#in our one story house [there is a basement but I can't make it down there]
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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it’s 95F today and our A/C unit broke last night. we can’t get a replacement until wednesday at the earliest and my chronic illnesses make it so I can’t regulate my body temperature (I’m always hot, also heat is bad for POTS). my mom went out and bought some window units & put sheets up on the doorways into the living room (where I am) to try to get it cool faster. I’m also surrounding myself with ice packs (currently 3 lunch box size ice packs + a large rice sock). I’m still melting.
#not to mention I burned my feet yesterday at the pool by walking barefoot on the concrete pool deck#because people told us that the deck was ''a little hot'' and we might want to keep our shoes on but SEVERELY understated it#it was 99F out yesterday and the concrete was in direct sunlight all day [I stood on it for ~3 minutes at 2:30pm]#and like listen I know other people don't have a/c at all but I've been fortunate enough to live most of my life with central a/c#and it's 95F out and my chronic illnesses throw my body temp out of wack and my POTS gets worse#also we don't have any standing fans because the 2 we had before broke. so all I have is ice packs + one ceiling fan + a small window unit#in our one story house [there is a basement but I can't make it down there]#vent
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'Love, Joel'- a 'The Girl in IT' Companion Piece - Pt. 1 - 'The Tornado Watch'
A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU
Chapter Rating: T
Chapter Preview: "Joel?" your voice calls out, followed by a knock on his window. "What the hell are you doing here? The news issued a tornado watch. You shouldn't be here," you say, frowning.
Despite your concern, Joel can't help but smile at the sight of you. Your hair is tied into a messy bun on the top of your head, and your oversized sleep shirt falls off one shoulder. If you weren't frowning at him, he swears the mere sight of you would knock him off his feet. His hands itch to reach out to you, pulling you into his truck so he can kiss that frown off of your face, wishing you a good morning. He imagines his fingertips grazing the skin of your bared shoulder, pressing a kiss on your skin as your head tilts in pleasure-
Chapter Warnings and Tags: Strong language, Joel is an idiot who disregards weather warnings, please be smart and shelter if caught in a tornado warning!, no beta we die like men!
Word Count: 2K
A/N: ... and here it is! Part 1 of my 500 Follower Celebration, 'Love, Joel'- a look behind the 10 years of Joel's pining for our favorite girl in IT, Sugar. I thought it would be really fun to see what happened in the span of those 10 years, where Joel worked his ass off trying to feel worthy of our girl! Thank you so much for all of the love and support you all have given me and this little fic of mine, words can't describe just how much it all means to me!
Remember when Sugar asked Joel about the moment he realized he was in love with her and he mentioned something about a Tornado Watch? This is that story.
The National Weather Service in Austin/San Antonio has issued a Tornado Watch for Travis County until 5pm... please do not attempt to leave and find shelter-
"Dad, are you serious?" Sarah's voice echoes through the phone in disbelief. "The entire campus is on lockdown, and I'm stuck in a basement with 50 other panicked girls. Why in the world are you heading to work?"
"The weather lady mentioned it's just a tornado watch, not a warning," Joel defends.
Sarah sighs on the other end of the line. "I really think you should turn around and head back home, you know, like a rational human being."
"Can't do that. The project is already behind, and I can't afford for it to fall even further behind. Plus, I owe Tommy money for all the overtime he's been putting in," Joel explains, a touch of frustration evident in his voice. "I'm already in hot water with the client as it is. You know how it is, baby girl."
"I'm pretty sure this client of yours is sitting comfortably in their own shelter in that big house of theirs. The actual nerve—"
"Sarah, I get it, okay? The moment it escalates to a warning, I'll come down from the roof and join them in that cushy shelter, okay?" Joel reassures, attempting to ease Sarah's concerns.
"Promise?" she asks softly, and Joel envisions the hint of a frown in her voice. "Or else I won't come home over the weekend."
"You're going to come back home this weekend?" Joel's spirits lift, a grin playing on his face as he heads towards the job site.
"Promise me, Dad!"
"Cross my heart," he assures, turning into the driveway. "Need a ride, or you're good to make it back yourself?"
"I think I can handle an hour drive." She replies with a small chuckle. "I don't have a good feeling about this, but be safe, okay? I love you."
"Love you too, baby girl. Go shelter with the other girls now, ok?"
"Ok dad, bye."
"Bye," he says absentmindedly, the phone already disconnected after Sarah hangs up.
Joel turns off the ignition, a deep sigh escaping from his chest. He gazes into the distance, the burden of the tornado watch weighing heavily on him. He should be at home right now, preparing by filling water bottles, checking for enough batteries for lanterns and flashlights, tuning into the television for weather updates, and patiently waiting out the storm.
Instead, echoes of his client's disappointed voice from yesterday's confrontation linger in Joel's mind, questioning why a 'simple roof repair' is stretching beyond the agreed-upon month.
"I paid you good money and took a chance on you, and you can't even deliver..."
What haunts him more is the image of you in the background, concern etched across your face.
"Dad, you can't blame him for the crappy weather we've been having! Of course, the project would be delayed," you try to reason, awkwardly placing a hand on your father's shoulder in an attempt to soothe his frustration.
"Is it your money that's paying for your mistake?" your father snaps back, shrugging off your hand. "Or do we need to revisit why you thought mounting an antenna on the roof was a brilliant idea? Who do you think you are, concerning yourself in an adult conversation?" he chides, crossing his arms. "Go back inside and help your mother with breakfast!"
Offering Joel a weak smile, you nod, turning back towards the house. Joel smiles back, the sight of your concerned face pulling at his heartstrings. His hands itch to push the errant stray hair away from your face, his hands grazing the softness of your skin spanning across your face-
"Well? What are you doing just standing there?" your father snaps. "Don't you have a roof to fix?"
Just a few more days, Joel. You can do this, he reassures himself. He idles in the car for a bit, observing the darkening grey sky. At least Sugar should be home, maybe she'll keep me company...
"Joel?" your voice calls out, followed by a knock on his window. "What the hell are you doing here? The news issued a tornado watch. You shouldn't be here," you say, frowning.
Despite your concern, Joel can't help but smile at the sight of you. Your hair is tied into a messy bun on the top of your head, and your oversized sleep shirt falls off one shoulder. If you weren't frowning at him, he swears the mere sight of you would knock him off his feet. His hands itch to reach out to you, pulling you into his truck so he can kiss that frown off of your face, wishing you a good morning. He imagines his fingertips grazing the skin of your bared shoulder, pressing a kiss on your skin as your head tilts in pleasure-
"Hello? Are you even listening to me?" your concerned voice cuts through his reverie, snapping him back to the present. "Go home, Joel. I'm sure Sarah is worried sick-" you bite your lower lip, your lips wobbling a tiny fraction. "-and I don't want you stuck here if things take a turn for the worse," you insist, a hint of worry in your eyes.
Joel opens his truck door, shaking his head. "No can do, Sugar. You heard your dad yesterday; I need to finish this job and get out of y'all's hair. I've already overstayed my welcome."
"I don't give a fuck what my father says, he's just being difficult as fucking usual. He's already up in arms fussing around about the watch, i'm pretty sure he's not concerned whether or not you'll show up or not," you say defiantly, frustration flushing your face. "I swear, if you don't go home, I'll force you to shelter with me!"
Well, Joel muses, the corner of his mouth rising in a smirk. Now that's an idea I wouldn't be opposed to-
"I'm a big boy, Sugar. It's just a tornado watch, no need to worry about little ol me, okay?" he smiles, cupping your cheek. Fuck, her skin is soft-
you lean into his touch, your eyes closing in resignation.
"Okay Joel," you whisper, your hand meeting his. "The moment Nancy over at KXAN mutters anything about a tornado warning, I'm climbing up that fucking ladder myself and dragging your ass to shelter, okay?"
Joel gives your face a small squeeze. "Deal."
A few hours later, as Joel continues on working on the roof over your bedroom, you stick your head out of your window, calling out to him. "Joel? The news said that a lightning storm is going to be rolling in soon. I think it's time you should head out-"
Joel stops hammering a shingle, steadying himself as he peers at you from the roof. "I just have a few more shingles to go-"
Your eyes narrow in irritation. "Joel, no. Get your ass off of the roof this instant!"
"Baby-" he breathes, kicking himself for letting the endearment he calls you in his dreams from leaving his lips. "I can't afford to lose this job, your dad is already pissed as it is-"
Your face contorts into something resembling sadness, and if he focuses on your face hard enough, he swears he sees the tears forming on the corner of your eyes. If it were a different time, in a different place, where Sarah's mother's body replaced yours, he would imagine he wouldn't even be having this conversation, having been forced to brave worse conditions before.
"How am I going to expect to survive if you don't go into work?" she would spit, shaking her head and glaring at him as Sarah wails in her booster seat at the table in the background. "It's bad enough that you basically trapped me, do you need to be here to make sure I stay? What's a little lighting storm gonna do to you, huh Joel? We need to eat!"
"Trapped you?!" he replies angrily, his hands clenching, knuckles white. "I didn't force you to stay, it's not like you're happy to be here!" He motions over to Sarah, his eyes narrowing. "Our daughter is crying out for you and you can't even be assed to comfort her!"
"I don't want to do this right now, just go Joel. You think about your attitude while you work in the storm!" she shouts, harshly grabbing Sarah from her seat and slamming their bedroom door.
It was her cruelty and selfishness that turned Joel off from dating and finding someone else, the weight of her absence proving to be a heavy burden on him as a single father once their divorce was finalized. Sure, there were women, attractions, and occasional one-night stands, but nothing more than that. Joel could count on one hand just how many women, in the last twenty years, had stayed the night, and to be completely honest with himself, it didn't bother him in the least. He had Sarah to raise and raise right, a wayward, careless brother he had to bail out of jail when he drank just a little too much, and a business to run. He didn't have time for casual, and he didn't have the desire for anything long term. Things were going great, even if his business was barely off of the ground and he was starting to slowly swim into the depths of debt. He didn't need to add anyone else into the equation.
And then you came along.
... with your fucking smile and your bright eyes and the way that you laugh - with your entire body - as he cracks a dad joke so bad he could feel Sarah cringing all the way from her college dorm room. How instead of living your life and being a twenty-something doing something fun with friends, you would rather spend your time with him, sitting on the edge of your windowsil asking him about anything and everything, genuninely interested in what he had to say. How you would bravely climb up his ladder even if you shared that you're afraid of heights to pass him a water bottle, concerned about potential heat stroke. He wasn't used to anyone besides Sarah or Tommy fretting over him, he wasn't prepared to be completely overwhelmed by your sudden presence in his life. He wasn't looking for anyone, and yet-
You took his breath away like a hurricane, and he finds himself ready to be swept away by you and you alone.
"Joel!" you shout suddenly from below him, your foot already on his ladder as you brace yourself, the tears flowing freely down the slopes of your cheeks. "Please, Joel, just come down! It isn't funny anymore!"
"Sugar! just stay down there, let me just finish, it'll only be five more-"
"NO!" you scream, the sight of your tears making him halt in place. "Stop FUCKING AROUND, JOEL!" you cry, shaking your head in defiance.
Joel drops his hammer and quickly jumps on the ladder, skipping a rung as he hurriedly makes his way to you. "I'm coming baby, just hold on!" he yells as he descends, the need of your body in his arms too strong to deny.
"You fucking idiot!" you shout, practically barreling into him as his feet touch the ground. His arms instinctively wrap around your shaking form, your small fists beating on his chest as you sob into it, your tears soaking flannel. "What were you thinking, risking your life like that? No one is worth you risking your life for some fucking roof!"
Joel cradles your head as he places a soft kiss on your hair, his hand rubbing your back as he tries to settle you.
"You're wrong, you know" he whispers, his eyes closing as he tightens his hold on you harder. "There is someone risking my life for," he breathes, his mind coming into a realization.
I fucking love you, Sugar, he thinks, biting his tongue from saying it out loud as he loses himself in your embrace, wishing that the moment would never end. I can die right here and die a happy man, he muses. Just as long as I get to hold you like this.
One day, he thinks. One day I'll be able to tell you this out loud.
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I had no idea that there were zillionaires that actually troll Zillow Gone Wild sites and buy the houses. I posted this 1940 home in Sacramento, CA quite a while ago, and I'm happy to see it again. The person that bought the 4bd, 2ba home for $650K, down from $825K.
The buyer was able to afford it b/c he bought it from his friend who bought it first, and posted his intention to renovate it, on the internet. The internet promptly descended on him with nasty messages b/c they didn't want him to flip it. (And, he found out that it would be a monumental renovation.)
Tyler, the new owner, didn't want to renovate it.
He said, “The person had obviously put in 20 years of work—but it just wasn’t our style. And the truth of it is, when we got in there, we realized a lot of what had been installed wasn’t safe.”
Sadly, it was DIY'd and the wiring was not up to code.
One of biggest opponents of changing it was Tyler's mom.
But, eventually she agreed.
In the end, Tyler and his girlfriend, Marina, had to make the home livable, pouring their savings into renovations.
“It seems like the people we encounter either really loved the house as it was, calling it a work of art, or people said it was weird,” Tyler said.
The primary bedroom was kind of disappointing.
The library was very creative.
The bath had some nice mosaics.
“We didn’t touch the basement or the detached garage though as an homage to the original owner,” said Tyler. So, this is basically all that's left of it. Warning: The After may upset some of you.
They wanted a modern look in the home and did not make stylistic choices that could affect its re-sellability, he says. “Though I hope people don’t walk in and think it now screams millennial style.” (Oh, it does.)
Tyler and his girlfriend transformed the home to have an open-concept layout with a neutral color palette. Seriously, I can't believe it. Isn't there any way that they could've fixed the electric?
https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/meet-the-zillionaires-who-bought-homes-off-zillow-gone-wild
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The witty and uncanny: the outtakes
Yandere!doctor OC x reader x mafia!yandere OC
Summary/AN: I had written this, but thought that it was a direction that didn't fit the story, that it spiraled a bit, so I abandoned this and wrote the one in the series ... but I thought that I could share this too!
Warnings: yandere duo, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships
Part 3
Silas runs into the room an hour later, blood covering his neck and black shirt.
“What happened?!” Dr Kry gasps.
“Shit happened”, Silas answers while panting and hurries over to you.
Dr Kry steps in front of him.
“Stop”, he warns Silas. “Don’t touch them. What is going on with you?”
“My enemies know that Y/N is here”, Silas sighs heavily, running his hand through his hair. “And if you don’t want Y/N, yourself, me and everyone around to die, you better fucking help me transport Y/N to my house.”
Dr Kry widens his eyes. He swallows hard, looking around in the room, hesitating, debating.
“How long do we have?” he asks carefully.
“Twenty minutes at most”, Silas says. “We have to move. Now.”
“Alright, alright.”
Dr Kry grabs his bag and shoves some pills, syringes and other necessities he thinks he might need to keep you in check, removes the mask from your face and lifts you up in his arms. Your head automatically falls onto his broad shoulder.
“Let’s go”, he says, stressed out of his mind.
He usually stays calm in pressured situations, but when it involves you, he feels like a beginner again. Not a professional.
The two of them hurries down to the parking lot.
“Where’s your car?” Silas asks.
“My car?” Dr Kry scoffs. “Why my car?”
“Because I can’t use mine?” Silas asks as if that was obvious. “They’ll know it’s me and then we’re already doomed.”
“Fine, it’s this way.”
They hurry over to the white car in the corner of the parking lot. Silas opens the back door for the doctor to place you down on the backseat. Dr Kry jumps in beside you while Silas moves over to the driver’s seat. The doctor holds your body in his embrace, his arms working better than a seat belt — in his opinion. He caresses your hair softly.
It doesn't take long before you open your eyes and find yourself in a totally different location than before. Your entire body freezes before harshly trying to push whoever is holding you away.
"W-Where am I?" you stutter. "Let go of me!"
"Y/N, it's us", Dr Kry answers calmly and strengthens his embrace to keep you in place. "No need to be afraid. We're on our way to Silas’s house since he released his location at the hospital."
Silas house?! Flashing images of the basement fill your mind. You can still feel the hard stone floor under your ass from all the time you've spent there.
"No!" you burst out and start to fight against Dr Kry. "I don't want to go there!"
"I've started to like you better when you're asleep, little thing", Silas mutters over his shoulder. "I'm not going to put you in the basement — because I'm guessing that's why you're getting all worked up — if you stay calm. Don't yell, don't hit or kick and don't try to do something stupid. Got it?"
You gulp and nod. The doctor notices how you shrink into a ball.
"You can't talk to them like that", Dr Kry says.
"We're no longer in your hospital", Silas says. "Out in the real world, I'm in charge. And I discipline Y/N how I want. Unlike your method, mine actually works."
Dr Kry glances at you. You've curled up beside the car door, hugging your legs close to your body. Tears are running down your cheeks and you have to bite down on your lip to stay silent. He reaches out to caress your hair, but you flinch away. Silas grins in the rearview mirror.
For the entirety of that terrifying drive, you sit in silence, remembering all the horrific things that occurred in Silas’s house before you eventually ran off. Should you try to make a run for it? You could get away … buy if they catch you you'll go down to the basement. That's a place you want to avoid at all costs.
"Okay, jump out", Silas says after parking the car.
Your hand trembles as you open the car door. Slowly, you step out. The gravel feels harsh and unwelcoming under your feet. A cold breeze runs past you. You hug yourself to create some kind of warmth, but when only wearing a loose, flimsy hospital gown, you can't.
"Let's get you inside", Silas says and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "You must be cold."
Dr Kry stops and looks at Silas’s dark facade. He can't tell if the actual structure is black or if it's so dark that it blends into the night. After a few seconds of thinking, he hurries after. Inside, the house looks like any other house Dr Kry’s been in. The only difference is the lack of personality but maybe that's all that can describe Silas.
You're led upstairs. Silas notices how you try to force your heels down into the floor, but his grip on you is stronger. Dr Kry walks behind you, leaving you no exit. The two men follow you into the bedroom. All will power leaves you the second you see the bed you used to share with Silas. The chains by the bed makes your stomach turn. Silas walks over to them, picking them up.
"Silas, please …", you whisper, frozen in place as you desperately shake your head. "I'm not going to move. I'll stay, I promise."
"I want to believe you, baby", he sighs and hugs you, sighing when you break down in tears for what feels like the hundredth time this day. "I really want to. But the last time you ran away from me, I thought I'd die! I really need you, sweetheart and I can't let that horrible night happen again. I can't let you hurt yourself like you did that night. I hated to see you in that hospital bed when I arrived. You looked horrible. And then you disappeared from me again … I was so fucking worried."
Somehow you agree. That night brought Dr Kry into the picture and made everything so much more complicated.
"Please", you sob desperately.
Silas thinks for a while before he looks at Dr Kry who nods.
"Okay", Silas says and secures your head into his chest. "No chains."
Your entire body relaxes in relief.
"Give him a hug for being generous", Dr Kry smiles halfly with his arms crossed.
Your arms lock around Silas’s well built body. Silas gives him a surprised look and Dr Kry smiles slightly, shrugging.
They tuck you in bed and walk out to give you some much needed privacy.
"I didn't know you could be human", Dr Kry says.
"Surprise", Silas says, glancing back to the bedroom door. "I really do love them, you know?"
"I thought you were just a sadist who wanted to hurt Y/N. That's how you come across."
"No. I could watch the world burn, but if anything seriously happened to Y/N I'd join in on burning it down." Silas leans his back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "And why did you suddenly become nice to me in there? Was it just a show for Y/N so they'll choose you over me? In that case youre not much better than me."
"I changed my mind about you — but just a little bit. I still think you're an arrogant, narcissistic piece of actual shit … but I don't want Y/N to be scared … and if we fight it will only spiral."
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Silas breathes out, turning to the door. “There’s a guest room for you down the hall. Get some sleep.”
With that said, Silas walks back into the bedroom and into the bathroom. He’s still covered in blood he doesn’t want anywhere near close to you. A smile tugs on his lips when he exits. He'll sleep with you again. It's soon morning hours, but to him it couldn't matter less. The only thing that's important is your body in his arms. He lies down, bringing your sleeping form closer. You fit so perfectly in his arms, it's such a shame that you don't see how perfect the two of you are together.
You wake up earlier than Silas the following morning. For a few moments, nothing comes to mind. Why are you back? Was everything a dream? Did you never escape? Did you never meet Dr Kry again? Did you never come between them? The bandages on your wrists tell you a different story — a real story.
Carefully to not wake Silas, you climb out of the bed and sneak out of the room.
"And where do you think you're headed?"
You're about to scream in surprise. You snap your head to your left, seeing Dr Kry sit in a chair in the end of the corridor with a syringe in his hands.
"Bathroom", you lie.
"I should come with you."
He's about to stand up.
"N-No!" you say quickly. "I'm okay. I won't hurt myself."
"Either let me come with you to make sure you'll be fine or don't go."
"Fine, I won't."
He smiles, exposing his pearly white teeth. "See? I knew you were lying. If you really needed to go to the bathroom, you'd do it even though you were uncomfortable." Dr Kry stands up, slowly walking over to you. "Where were you heading, little one?"
"Nowhere", you say through gritted teeth.
"Nowhere?" He chuckles. "That's a synonym for 'escape'."
"That wasn't said in any dictionary I read."
"Then you didn't read hard enough." He grabs your arm in a firm, but not painful grip. "Sit with me."
You flinch at your doctor's unusual boldness. He pulls you back to the chair, sits down and pets his thighs. You shake your head.
"If I were you, I'd sit", Dr Kry says, showing the syringe. "I don't want to use it unnecessarily, but I need to keep an eye on you. Please don't be difficult, my dear."
You sigh and sit down in his lap, body stiff and uncomfortable. He doesn't move, doesn't even look at you. You can tell that the hand holding the syringe trembles.
An hour later, the door opens and a tired looking Silas comes out.
"You little shit, Y/N", he yawns. "You gave me a heart attack when I didn't have you in my arms."
"And yet you're still breathing", you mutter under your breath.
"I heard that", Dr Kry says, tilting his head into the corner of your eye.
Of course he did.
"They did try to leave", Dr Kry says, squeezing the flesh of your upper arms. "Who knows what could have happened if I hadn't been sitting here."
Silas moves over to you and towers over you like a giant. With Dr Kry both behind — and practically under you — and Silas in front — and practically above you — you can't help but start to feel claustrophobic.
"Are you hungry?" Silas asks, tilting your head upwards by your chin. "Do you want some breakfast?"
"No", you respond.
"Huh, you seem feisty today too."
The men, deciding that it's too big of a risk for you to sit alone down in the kitchen, tie your forearms to the armrests. They're careful to leave that bandaged wrists alone. This way, you won't be able to push the food away or try to run away.
Dr Kry gets his mandatory cup of coffee while Silas rummages through the fridge. You can tell some of his men pass by the door, but none of them give you any attention. Their eyes sneak onto Dr Kry in curiosity, confusion and amusement.
"Here we go", Silas smiles and holds up a bowl of steaming porridge. "This should do the trick."
You've seen him prepare it, you've seen all the ingredients, yet you don't trust him.
"Open", Silas orders, holding a spoonful to your lips. He blows on it for a few seconds to make sure it won’t be too hot for you.
You turn your head away.
"Oh, so we're doing this again?" Silas says, nodding. "Okay, I see how it is. You want me to treat you like a child again. Here comes the airplane~"
You widen your eyes in disbelief, shock and pure embarrassment. Dr Kry snorts out a laugh behind Silas. With burning cheeks, you have no other choice but to open your mouth, scared to be embarrassed further. Bad idea.
“Hm, seems like you only respond when I baby you”, Silas smirks. “I’m starting to think that you want me to treat you like a little child, is that right?”
“No!” you growl.
“I’m just kidding, little thing. Open your mouth again, next bite.”
You shiver. You’re not sure, but he managed to mess it up. Salty — too salty — until the point where you need water. You manage to kick the bowl out of his hands. The porcelain shatters against the wooden floor and porridge splatters over the planks.
“I told you what would happen if you did something stupid, didn’t I?” Silas asks, dark eyes glowing dangerously.
Shit. You had totally forgotten that.
“S-Silas-”, you start in horror.
“‘S-Silas’”, he mocks you as he unties you. “You can’t ‘S-Silas’ your way out of this one. You might be very special to me, that’s why I have to do this. If I teach you not to get on my nerves, you’ll less likely get hurt, don’t you understand that?”
You beg and plead and cry and scream, but Silas’s have turned off his ears.
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AITA for lying to my friend about owning a frog?
Friend- friend is dubious.
Ok, so: I (M) was painting some frogs onto the tower I share with my roommate P (20-something or 30-something?, F), when - we'll call him J (can't be older than 20, M) - walked over to me and asked if we had any frogs. I gave him a vague answer, to see what he'd say, and he seemed to think we did... and he got super excited at the concept of frogs. He even offered a lifetime supply of food for it! Now, we didn't have any, but I did know a group of wild frogs with prophetic powers (long story), and I brought him to them, kind of killed one in front of him, and gave him the grandmaster frog (1537 and 2 months, M) as a sign of peace.
However, from the moment I gave it to him, I knew he was gonna kill it. Just felt it in my bones, you know?
I confessed to P what I had done, and she scolded me, reminding me that frogs were our thing and no one else on the server was supposed to have them. I knew I had messed up, but I told her that we could always just steal it back.
The next time we saw J, not soon after actually, we threatened him and asked where he had hid the frog. He was confused, I told P he had taken it from me, he told her about the food thing, and she started asking me all sorts of questions like I was the one who did something wrong! Asking me why I didn't tell her about the food offer, asking me why I would even take that offer up because we can steal from them so easily... We then got back to threatening him about the location of the frog, and he got super cryptic about it! Saying we didn't need to know, but that the frog was safe, and that he had renamed it.
After our talk with J, P and I started looking for the frog. She was gonna act as distraction as I went through their house, but it had been burned down a bit ago (long story) and I sort of wimped out and walked up to J and his friend instead. J said I had double crossed him for some reason, and when I made an offer he said he was tired of my deals?
I went and apologized to the frogs afterwards, don't you worry. They forgave me, but I knew I would have to make things right.
Will update you guys on developments, but I just wanted to post this now because I want to know if I'm really in the wrong or not.
Edit 1: I got the perfect opportunity today, so I decided to just steal it. I had to tell the frogs first, and picked one to act as a decoy.
I did manage to save it, and I brought it back home and hid it in a wall in the basement stairwell. Next, there was only one thing left to do: ask J to let us see the frog. He was a bit apprehensive, but I reminded him that we're great friends, and he promised to think it over.
He did make up his mind and let me see the frog eventually, but it turned out to be a ploy to kidnap me in an obsidian box! P did save me, don't worry! I still can't believe he would trick me like that, though...
He did later find the frog missing, and got super mad at me, like I'd done anything wrong!
By the way, I showed P the frog, safe and sound, and she was super proud of me!
Also, people have been asking for elaboration on the stuff I've said were long stories, but... they're long stories, and this post is already getting super long. Maybe I'll elaborate someday.
#will genuinely edit this when i rewatch more of the episodes but i just don't feel like it rn#trafficaita#bigbst4tz2#limited life#limlife#liml#limlsmp#pearlescentmoon#solidaritygaming#unreality#my verdict is 'ESH. what the hell'#froga (frog saga) my beloved forever#it's such an aita post that just gets weirder with every detail
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Season 1, Episode 12 - Faith
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Authors Note: This episode is suppperrrr long because I got carried away with adding my own little scenes. So buckle up, get a little snacky snack, some tea and I truly do hope you guys enjoy!!😘
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Third Person POV
The boys and Y/N pull up to a house in Baby. They open the trunk begin searching for the taser guns. "What do you got those amped up to?" Sam asks Dean. "A hundred thousand volts" He responds. "Damn" Y/N mutters impressed. "Yeah. I want this Rawhead extra frigging crispy" Dean replies handing them each a gun.
"Now remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count" He reminds them, closing the trunk. They then burst down the door to the dark house, using their flashlights and aiming their guns to guide the way. They make it to a basement and start going down the stairs.
They hear some clattering in a nearby closet and flash their lights towards it. Slowly approaching it. "On three" Y/N whispers and they nod. "One, two, three" Dean counts and quickly opens the door, revealing two young children crouching in fear, covering their ears. "Is it still here?" Sam asks them quietly and they nod fearfully.
"Okay. Grab your sisters hand, sweetie. We're gonna get you out of here. Let's go" Y/N instructs the young boy calmly. Dean and Y/N make sure the coast is clear behind them, "Alright, go!" Dean directs them and they head up the stairs infront of Sam but something grabs him from below the stairs and pulls him down causing the children to scream.
"Sam!" Dean and Y/N yell as he falls. Dean goes to the back of the stairs and fires his shot but misses. "Sam, get out of here!" Y/N shouts. "Alright, take this!" He throws his unused gun for Dean. "Go!" He runs behind the kids and leads them out of the house.
Dean and Y/N stay behind the gank the monster. "Come onnn" Dean taunts the creature to get out as they canvas the basement. Splitting up into different directions. Suddenly the creature comes out and backhands Y/N into the wall, causing her to trip and fall onto her back.
She trudges to the water to get her gun. Retrieving it she fires, hitting the monster. But the water that the monster is also standing in, caused the electricity to electrocute both her and the monster. She passed out from the shock to her body. Dean bends the corner to see a passed out Y/N and a dead monster.
"Y/N!" He yells, rushing to her side. "No, no, no! Come on princess, look at me" He pleads, shaking her, praying she's okay. Sam rushes down the stairs out of breath. "Y/N!" He yells, rushing to her side with Dean. "What happened?" Sam asks his brother panicked. "I-I-I- I just left her for a split second-" Dean can't get the words out, tears running down both their faces.
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Later, the boys are at a receptionist desk in a nearby hospital. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry to ask. There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file" The receptionist says kindly. "Right, um...here" A distraught Dean mutters, taking out his wallet and handing her his insurance card.
"Okay, Mr. Burkowitz" The receptionist nods, a bit confused but goes along with it. They turn to the police officers that were waiting for their report. "Look, we can finish this up later" One of officers says to them understandingly. "No, no. It's okay" Sam replies and begins explaining their cover story.
"We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood and um, our windows were rolled down and we heard some screaming when we drove past the house. And we stopped. Ran in" Sam tells them as the other officer takes notes. "You found the kids in the basement?" The officer asks.
"Yeah" Dean replies, nodding. "Well, thank god you did" The officer says and Dean notices the doctor come out from Y/N's room. "Excuse us" He says, pulling Sam away and the officer thanks them for their help. "Hey, doc. Is she-?" Dean asks the doctor shakily. "She's resting" The doctor tells them. "And?" Sam asks.
"The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. Her heart...it's damaged" The doctor explains sorrowfully and their faces drop. Deans heart feels like it's about to explode. Blaming himself for leaving her. "How damaged?" Sam asks. "We've done all we can. We can try and keep her comfortable at this point but....I give her a couple weeks. Maybe a month" The doctor tells them honestly.
"No, no. There's gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment!" Dean insists but the doctor shakes his head, breaking his confidence. "We can't work miracles. I really am sorry" The doctor apologizes and they nod sadly.
Going into Y/N's room, she's dressed in a hospital gown, dark circles under her eyes, they see her flipping through channels on the crappy tv. "Have you guys ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible" She grumbles annoyed, her voice raspy. She looks over at the boys who have broken looks on their faces. "We talked to your doctor" Sam says sadly.
"That fabric softener teddy bear. Ooh. I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down" She mutters jokingly chuckling. "Y/N" They call out to her. Dean shaking his head at the fact that she's joking at a time like this. Only Y/N would do that with her ray of sunshine ass. Dean thinks to himself. "Yeah" She sighs, tossing the remote aside.
"Alright. Well, looks like you fellas are gonna leave town without me" She tells them. "What're you talking about? We're not gonna leave you here" Dean says in disbelief at the fact that she thinks they're gonna leave. "Hey. You better take care of my bike or I swear I'll haunt your asses" She jokes and they look at her unamused.
"I don't think that's funny" Sam says shaking his head. "Me neither" Dean adds. "Ah, come on. It's a little funny" She chuckles and they don't respond, looking away. "Look, fellas. What can I say? It's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story" She says in a low tone.
"Don't talk like that, alright? We still have options" Sam says hopefully. "What options? You got burial and cremation" Y/N says morbidly and they cringe at the thought. "I know it's not easy guys...but I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it" She tells them honestly. Dean walks to her bed and takes a seat next to her, laying a hand on her cheek comfortingly.
He caresses her cheek with his thumb. She rubs her face into his hand, closing her eyes and basking in his gentle embrace like it's the last she'll ever feel it. "You watch us with those beautiful (e/c) eyes" He whispers to her, loud enough for Sam with hear, tears brimming in his eyes.
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A couple days later. Dean is in their motel room now, Sam tried to call John earlier but he didn't get onto him so he left him a voicemail and left to get them food, though he know Dean probably doesn't want to eat, he's gonna have to eventually. Dean is trying to call F/N now but he's only gotten his voicemail so he decides to leave one also.
'This is F/N L/N, I can't reach the phone right now so you can call my daughter. Y/N at (your phone number). Have a good day' BEEP.
"Hey uh, Mr. L/N. It's Dean, uh..." Dean stutters, swallowing the lump in his throat. "You probably won't even get this, but it's Y/N" Dean says tearfully. "She's sick and the doctor said there's nothing they can do. Um.." Dean explains, fighting the tears that are threatening to fall and he takes a deep breath.
"But uh, I guess they don't know the things we know, right?" He says a bit hopefully. "So, don't worry, because me and Sam are gonna do whatever it takes to get her better. I promise you" Dean promises, fully intending it, his heart aching in his chest. "I'm so sorry, F/N. I failed you. I promised you I'd protect her. I failed my Dad." He apologizes tearfully, his voice cracking.
He goes to continue but Sam comes through the door, food in hand and he quickly recollects himself, wiping his tears. "I- but this isn't about me. I just wanted you to know. Okay. Bye" He finishes the voicemail, hanging up and tossing the phone aside. "Any luck?" Sam asks and Dean shakes his head sighing.
Sam hands Dean a burger and a soda but he shakes his head. "I'm fine" He lies roughly. "Dean, you gotta eat" Sam chastises his big brother. "If Y/N knew you weren't eating, she'd have your head on a platter. Now eat." Sam orders him, shaking the bag of food while Dean glares at him.
Not saying a word, he snatches the bag of food from his younger brother, and takes the soda from him. Sam couldn't help but chuckle, "You know I'm right" He mutters and Dean rolls his eyes, digging into the bag. He doesn't even have an appetite and neither does Sam but they try to gorge it down.
Suddenly, knocking at the door breaks them out of their so-called eating and Dean is the first at the door, eyeing it cautiously. He opens it quickly to see Y/N in a hoodie, looking worse than a couple days ago, leaning against the door with a sly smile. His eyes widen at the sight and Sam shoots up from his bed, "What the hell are you doing here?" He asks her, helping her in and closing the door behind him.
"I checked myself out" She replies, cringing in pain. "Are you crazy?" Sam exclaims. "I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot" She retorts cheekily, leaning against the doorframe. "You know, this whole, 'I laugh in the face of death' thing...it's crap. We can see right through it" Dean calls her out on her bullshit and Sam nods in agreement.
"Yeah whatever dude" She scoffs. Dean gets behind her and helps her to a chair. "You know the doctors said I can't smoke? Shit pissed me off. A bunch of asswipes, like hello!?! It's my heart that's defective, not my lungs you scrub coated brainiacs!" Y/N exclaims in annoyance. Slouching in her chair like a 5 year old who got their candy stolen.
"That's what you're concerned about?" Dean chuckles, shaking his head. "Shut up" She mutters as they chuckle. She now looks between to two of them properly. "Have you two idiots even slept? You look worse than me" She asks groaning from the pain that's coursing through her body. "We've been scouring the internet for the last three days" Dean tells her as he sits next to Sam on the bed.
"We've been calling every contact in Dads journal" Sam tells her. "For what?" She asks confused. "For a way to help you. One of Dads friends, Joshua. He called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist" Sam responds and Dean nods.
She looks in between them and smirks. "You fellas aren't gonna let me die in peace are ya?" She chuckles dryly. "We're not gonna let you die, period" Dean retorts with a sad smile. "We're going" Sam insists and Y/N huffs, trying to mask the pain she's in. But the boys aren't stupid, they can see right through it.
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The Impala pulls into a lot, crowded with people. A large white tent right across from a house. Some sickly people in the mix, from seeing this, Y/N already knew what Sam was up to. She opens the back door on the drivers side and Sam goes to help her.
"I got you" Sam tells her softly and she glared at him. "I got her" Dean tells him, pushing him off roughly and helping Y/N. Sam raises his eyebrows at this and shakes his head with a sad smile on his face. It was hurting him enough to see Y/N like this, he couldn't imagine how it must be for Dean right about now.
When Y/N gets out, her suspicions are confirmed when she sees a sign infront of the tent saying, "The Church of Roy Le Grange. Faith Healer". She rolls her eyes and looks over at Sam with a glare who's feigning innocence. "Man, you're a lying bastard. I thought you said we were gonna see a doctor!" She growls angrily, slamming the Impala door shut.
"I believe I said a specialist" Sam replies defensively. "I'm with Y/N on this one Sam. This is probably a load of crap" Dean agrees with Y/N. "Look, this guys supposed to be the real deal" Sam tries to reason as Dean helps her walk, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I can't believe you brought me to see some guy who heals people out of a tent" She exclaims.
"Reverend Le Grange is a great man" A woman in the crowd says defensively. "Yeah, that's nice" Dean shoots back sarcastically and Y/N chuckles. "I have a right to protest. This mans a fraud! And he's milking all of these people out of their hard earned money!" Another man, arguing with a police officer yells.
"Sir, this is a place of worship. Let's go, move it!" The officer ushers the protestor out of the compound. "I take it he's not part of the flock" Y/N says. "Well, when people see what they can't explain, there's controversy" Sam shrugs as they walk towards the tent. "Yeah but, come on, Sam. A faith healer?" Dean says baffled.
"Maybe it's time to have a little faith, guys" Sam retorts and Y/N glares at him. "You know what I got faith in? Reality. Knowing what's really going on" Y/N snaps bluntly and Dean nods in agreement. "How can you two be skeptics with the things we see everyday?" Sam scoffs, chuckling humorlessly.
"Exactly. We see them. We know they're real." Dean argues. "But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there too?" Sam asks. "Because I've seen what evil does to good people" Y/N retorts. "Maybe God works in mysterious ways". A young man by the name of Logan interrupts their conversation, holding an umbrella.
(Quick Authors Note. You can imagine Logan as Mitchell Hoog. It's who I pictured for this role. Also note I post this story on both AO3 and Wattpad (And now tumblr) so I'm not sure yet how to attach a picture of it on AO3 so you can just research it. If not, just imagine him as Ross Lynch. Readers choice. Okay, back to the story!!☺️)
His blonde hair slicked back neatly, his blue eyes piercing into Y/N's. His eyes are nice but not as nice as Dean's. Y/N thinks. Y/N quickly let's go of Dean, placing her hands in her hoodie pocket. She smirks slyly, clearly attracted to him. "Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject" Y/N says flirtatiously, flashing him a coy smile.
Deans eyebrows cock at this, a familiar burning sensation in his chest rising at the sight of Y/N flirting with someone else. Sam shakes his head at her sudden mood change, noticing the heaving of Deans chest. "Yeah, I'm sure" Logan says chuckling. "I'm Y/N, this is Sam and his brother Dean" Y/N introduces herself.
Putting her hand out to shake Logan's, the smile not leaving her face. "Logan" He takes her hand, shaking it gently as he introduces himself. "So if you're not a believer, then why are you here?" Logan asks curiously. "Well, apparently my best friend here believes enough for both me and his brother" Y/N says smugly.
Causing Sam to shake his head with a smirk as Dean narrows his eyes at Logan. "Come on, Logan. It's about to start" Logan's mother approaches the group, ushering him to the tent. "Bye Y/N" Logan says, smiling at her as he walks away. Y/N eyes follow him as he walks into the tent.
"Well, I bet you he can work me in some mysterious ways" Y/N mutters smirking at the boys. "Really?" Dean says annoyed and she shrugs innocently. "What? I have a weakness for pretty boys with nice eyes" She says in a skittish tone, flashing Dean a wink before walking towards the tent and Dean hearts leaps when she says this.
"Did that electrocution affect her eyesight too?" He mutters lowly, his tone filled with jealously. Sam notices this and snickers. Dean looks over at brother confused. "What?" He asks him and Sam shakes his head. "You're such a jealous idiot" Sam retorts laughing, walking towards the tent, leaving Dean stunned.
"Am not!" Dean counters lamely, walking into the crowded tent behind Y/N. "Yeah, peace love and trust all over" Y/N says sarcastically while looking around, nodding to the security camera. Y/N looks around and she goes to sit in the back next to him but Dean pulls her lightly on her right side. "Come on" He says.
"What're you doing? Let's sit here." She asks confused. "We're sitting up front" Sam says, holding her on her left. "What? Why?" She grumbles annoyed. "Come on!" Sam ushers her. "Oh, come on guys" She mutters angered. "You alright?" Dean asks her gently. "This is ridiculous. I'm- get off me" She groans, pushing them off her lightly.
She appreciates their compassion, love and patience but hates the feeling of being treated like a child. "Perfect" Sam says, pointing to a second row seat. "Yeah, perfect" She mutters bitterly, taking a seat, in the middle of Sam and Dean. Behind Logan and his mom. "Look, I appreciate everything you boys are doing for me. But please. Don't treat me like a child" She pleads with them.
"Okay" Dean says softly and Sam nods. They look on stage to see a elderly man with a pair of dark shades on, wearing a suit and tie. Presuming to be Roy Le Grange. A woman, his wife, helps him take his outer layer on and he begins speaking into the mic.
"Each morning my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" Roy asks the crowd ironically. "No" Everyone answers. "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act" Roy says as Sam notices a crucifix with a symbol he's never need before at the alter.
Y/N cringes in pain, the feeling of her heart aching in her chest. Dean noticed this and wraps his arm around her comfortingly. She looks at him and gives him a small pained smile, resting her head on his shoulder. Sam looks at them with a small sad smile, taking a mental image so when Y/N's better, he can tease Dean about it.
"But I say to you: God is watching" Roy preaches into the mic. "Yes he is" The crowd agrees. "And god rewards the good and punishes the corrupt" He adds and the crowd murmur in agreement, Y/N rolls her eyes at this. Laying her head deeper onto Deans shoulder.
"It is the lord who does the healing here, friends. The lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into peoples hearts" Roy preaches smiling and crowd chants, "Amen!" Y/N scoffs as this, "Yeah, or into their wallets" She mutters making Dean chuckle as she lifts her head off of his shoulder.
"You think so, young lady?" Roy calls out to her smiling, hearing her statement and her eyes widen in embarrassment. "Sorry" She apologizes, ashamed. "Watch what you say around a blind man. We got real sharp ears" Roy jokes, making the crowd laugh. Y/N cracks a small smile.
"What's your name, honey?" He asks her nicely. And she looks at the boys, they nod at her and she clears her throat. "Y/N" She tells him. "Y/N. I want you to come up here with me" Roy says kindly, nodding. Urging her to come up and she shakes her head. "Y/N, go on" A man in the crowd says to her.
Sam looks over in shock at this, happier than ever but Dean is a bit skeptical. "It's okay" She says sweetly. "What're you doing?" Sam exclaims confused and she ignores him. "You've come here to be healed, haven't you?" Roy asks her. "Well, yeah, but, uh- Maybe you should just pick someone else" Y/N stutters as the crowd cheers.
Urging her to go and Sam looks at her in disbelief. "No, I didn't pick you, Y/N, the Lord did" Roy chuckles and the crowd cheers louder as Y/N clenches her jaw. "Get up there!" Sam urges her. "Come on, sweetheart!" A man in the crowd urges her more and she looks around nervously.
Dean gives her his best puppy dog eyes saying "Please just go. It wouldn't hurt to try" He pleads with her and her heart pangs at the desperate look in his eyes. She sighs, nodding in agreement and gets up onto the stage slowly, the crowd cheering louder in joy.
Y/N's POV
When I die, I am so haunting those boys. I think to myself as I get up on the stage. "Praise the lord, amen" I see a man in the crowd praying with his hands clasped. Sue Ann helps me up on stage, putting a hand on my back. I look back at Sam and Dean and they both give me a look of encouragement.
"You ready?" Roy asks me, away from the mic. "Yeah look, no disrespect but uh...I'm not exactly a believer" I tell Roy honestly. "You will be, honey, you will be" He nods at me with a encouraging smile on his face. It kinda creeped me out. I look at him up and down skeptically as he says to the crowd, "Pray with me, friends"
Every one puts their hands in the air, palms to the sky. Roy slowly opens his hands, lifting it to the air and lays a hand on my shoulder before putting it on the side of my head. "Alright, now" He says and suddenly I feel weak, dizzy. I could feel my eyes flutter shut. I have no control over my body as I drop to my knees like if something is guiding me down.
I could see the boys at the corner of my eye, the worried expressions on their faces, quirking up in their seats. I try to talk, gasp for air, say anything, but nothing comes out. It's as if the life was drained out of my body the longer Roy touched me. My heart begins to give out as the pain courses through my chest.
Soon after I blacked out, falling to the ground.
"Y/N!" I hear Sam and Dean screaming my name in concern and the crowding cheering as they shake me, I gasp for air, coughing on nothing as I lay the ground. "Say something, Princess!" Dean yells worried, tears brimming in his eyes. I'm okay. Holy shit, I'm okay. I don't feel the pain anymore. Nothing.
When I open my eyes, I catch a glimpse of a tall old looking man with pale-grayish skin in a suit and tie behind Roy for a spilt second before disappearing. I gasp in shock and fear at this, not knowing what to say.
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The next day, the boys and I are in the hospital, I'm sitting on one of their beds waiting for a report on my heart scan, showered and wearing my usual clothes. "So you really feel okay?" Sam asks me surprised and happy. "You don't feel any pain, nothing?" Dean asks me for the millionth time.
"I feel fine, fellas" I say dryly, my mind still on that thing I saw back at that tent. "Well, according to all your tests. There's nothing wrong with you hear. No sign there every was" The doctor comes in and tells us with a clipboard in her hand. We all look at her shocked.
"Not that a woman your age should be having heart trouble but....uh...still it's strange. It does happen" The doctor stutters a bit. "What do you mean strange?" I ask cocking my eyebrow and the doctor crosses her arms. "Well, just yesterday, a young man like your boyfriend here" She gestures to Dean. "27, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack" The doctor says sadly.
I go to correct her about Dean not being my boyfriend but I'm too taken back by the information to do so. "Thanks doc" Dean thanks her gratefully. "No problem" She tells us kindly before walking out. "That's odd" I tell the boys. "Maybes it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time man" Sam tries to reason.
"No, they don't" I say firmly, shaking my head not convinced this is some coincidence. "Look, Y/N. Do we really have to look this one in the mouth? Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on?" Dean tries to calm me down and I look at him stunned. "Please don't tell me you're buying into this crap" I snap and he sighs.
"I can't shake this feeling fellas, I can't" I tell them, getting up to pick up my jacket behind me. "What feeling?" Sam asks me gently. "When I was healed. I just— I felt wrong. I felt cold and for a second, I saw someone, uh, this old man" I explain to them as I put on my jacket.
"Im telling you fellas, it's was a spirit" I try to convince them. "But if there was something there, we would've seen it too. Especially Sam." Dean says pointing to Sam with his thumb. "I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things, lately" Sam shrugs. "Well, excuse me. You're just gonna need a little faith on this one" I scoff, turning to them.
"Guys, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this. And I've been getting a ton of feelings this last few months and ignoring them. When I ignore them, shit hits the fan. I'm not doing it this time." I say firmly and they sigh. "Yeah, alright" Sam nods understandingly. "So what do you want to do?" Dean asks me calmly.
I think for a second and say to Sam, "Why don't you go chest out the heart attack guy? Me and Dean will go visit the reverend" I tell him. Sam agrees while me and Dean walk out of the room. As we walk to his car and jump in, he looks over at me with a sad smile on his face as he starts the ignition.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" I ask him, looking at my face in the mirror and he chuckles. "No, I'm just happy you're okay" He says, his voice cracking a bit. I give him a small smile but the feeling from the tent is still wrong to me. I can't help but feel guilty about getting hurt, knowing Dean. He's probably blaming himself. "I'm sorry" I say sincerely and he looks at me confused. "About what?" He asks.
"For not being careful at the house, you've lost enough people. I should've been more careful" I apologize and he chuckles dryly, "You're the only person I know that would be dying and apologize for that." He says chuckling, putting his hand to my cheek and my breath hitches in my throat.
My chest starts to heave and I try to stop the heat from rising too my face as he caresses my cheek. His forestry green orbs pierce into my (e/c) ones as he takes a deep breath. "No pun intended, but you've got a good heart, princess" He says amused and I slap his shoulder lightly as we laugh.
"You're such an ass" I retort chuckling. Our faces are inches from each others and can't help but dart my eyes down at his lips. Now is not the time, Y/N. The little voice in the back of my head tells me and I sigh. I'm pretty sure he looked at mines too.
I pull away and clear my throat. "We should go" I whisper, looking down. Dean nods and does the same, taking his hand off my cheek. I wince from the loss of contact as he puts Baby in drive and we're off.
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"I feel great. Just trying to, you know, make sense of what happened" I tell Roy and his wife as she pours me and Dean some juice as Roy nods understanding. We're now at their house. "A miracle is what happened" Sue Ann said, sitting down. "Miracles come so often around Roy" She says boastfully and I nod.
"When did they start, the miracles?" Dean asks. "Woke up one morning, stone blind. Doctors figure out I had cancer told me I had maybe a month." Roy begins to explain. "So, uh, we prayed for a miracle. I was weak but I told Sue Ann, 'You just keep right on praying'." He glances over at Sue Ann who has a smile on her face.
"I went into a coma. Doctors said I wouldn't wake up, but I did...and the cancer was gone" He takes off his glasses, "If it wasn't for these eyes, no would believe I ever had it" He shows us his prosthetic eyes. "And suddenly, you could heal people" I add and he nods. "I discovered it afterwards, yes. Gods blessed me in many way" He says, putting his shades back on.
"And his flock just swelled overnight. And this is just the beginning" Sue Ann says proudly and I look at her a bit weirdly. Dean does so too and we nod. "Can I ask you one last question?" I ask them. "Of course you can" Roy nods. "Why? Why me? Out of all the sick people, why save me?" I ask honestly.
I notice Dean takes a deep breath when I ask this. "Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart and you just stood out from all the rest" He tells me and I don't buy it. "What did you see in my heart?" I ask him curiously. "A young woman with an important purpose, a job to do...and it isn't finished" Roy says softly and I look down.
I could feel Deans eyes on me this whole time, wondering what he must be thinking by all this.
Me and Dean walk out of the reverends house after thanking them for their time. As we're walking down the porch we see Logan, "Y/N. Hey" He calls out to me and I smile. "Hey" I say back. "How're you feeling?" He asks me concerned. "I feel good. Cured. I guess" I say shrugging.
Deans eyes glances between the two of us, his jaw clenching. "What're you doing here?" I ask him curiously and he looks back at his mom who's walking towards the house. "You know, my mom. She wanted to talk to the reverend" He tells me smiling. "Logan" Sue Ann calls for him and he walks up the porch.
"Yes, we're here again" He says with a smile. "Oh, I'm sorry but Roy's resting. He won't be seeing anyone else right now" Sue Ann says apologetically. "Sue Ann, please. This is our sixth time. He's got to see us." Logan's mom pleads. "Roy's well aware of Logan's situation and he very much wants to help just as soon as the lord allows. Have faith, Mrs. Rourke" Sue Ann calmly explains to them.
I take in the situation in disbelief. Mrs. Rourkes face drops as Sue Ann goes back into the house after giving Logan a hug. She then looks over at me angrily and snaps, "Why are you still even here? You got what you wanted" She says angrily and I'm taken back. "Woah, easy there lady!" Dean puts his hand out to stop her from getting in my face.
"Mom, stop!" Logan tries to calm his mom down. She looks back at him pained, "No, Logan, this is too much. We've been to every single service. If Roy would stop choosing these strangers over you....stranger who don't even believe" His mom rants and then looks over at me angrily.
"I just can't pray any harder" She says disappointed and Logan drops his head in shame. "Logan, what's wrong?" I ask him calmly and sighs, putting on a smile "I have this thing" He says vaguely and my eyebrows shoot up at this. "It's a brain tumor. It's inoperable. In six months the doctors say..." Mrs. Rourke cuts in and explains, trailing off as Logan puts his hand on his moms shoulder comfortingly.
My heart breaks at the thought of someone so young, filled with spirit, is going to die for no reason whatsoever. "I'm sorry" I say genuinely and he nods, giving me a smile. "It's okay" He tells me. "No, it isnt" His mom says sadly, looking at him pained. She then turns to me and grimaces, "Why do you deserve to live more than my son?" She says and my heart drops.
She then walks off and Logan mutters a small apology before going after his mom down the porch. I look back at them and clench my jaw to stop the tears from falling. "Look at me" Dean says, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Don't listen to that old broad. You deserve to live" He assures me and I shake my head, now allowing the tears to fall.
"Yes you do! Come here" He pulls me into a tight hug, wrapping his around around me and patting my hair as I bury my face in his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. "Me and Sam. We could never do this without you, you hear me? Never" His voice breaks as he consoles me. "I'm-" I go to apologize for wetting his shirt with my tears but he shushes me, placing his finger on my lips, causing butterflies to rise in my stomach.
"If you say 'I'm sorry' one more time, I'm gonna blow my brains out. This isn't your fault" His tone is gentle as I chuckle lightly, nodding, sniffling back my tears. He then tucks a loose strand of my (h/l) (h/c) hair behind my ear, "Yes, sir" I say weakly, looking up at him through my watery eyelashes and he smirks at me.
An emotion swimming through his eyes that I can't quite make out.
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We end up back at the motel after going to see the reverend which ended so amazingly. Note the sarcasm. Dean closes the door behind him and tosses his keys on his bed, peeling his jacket off and I do the same, resting it on the chair. Sam is currently at the desk, researching god knows what, hasn't said a word since we came in.
"What'd you find out?" I ask him, pulling a chair next to him and turning it backwards, straddling it. "I'm sorry" He apologizes quietly and we look at him confused. "Sorry about what?" I ask him. "Marshall Hall died at 4:17" He tells us, not looking me in the eye and it clicks.
"The exact time Y/N was healed" Dean voiced my thoughts and I put my hand over my mouth in shock. Yeah" Sam nods. "So I put together a list. Reverend Roy's healed six people over the past year and I crossed checked it with the local obits" He explains, picking up a stack of papers and handing it to me.
Dean leans down to take a look as Sam further explains. "Everytime someone was healed, someone else died. And each time the victim died of the same symptom Le Grange was healing at the time" Sam tells us. "Someone's healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?" Dean asks and Sam nods sighing.
"Somehow, Le Grange is trading one life for another" Sam tells us and I realize. "Wait wait wait. So Marshall Hall died to save me?" I ask a bit angry. "Y/N, the guy probably would've died anyway and someone else would've been healed" Sam says and I roll my eyes at the fact that he's right.
"You never should've brought me here" I say, getting up from my chair. "Y/N, we were just trying to save your life" Dean tries to reason with me and I turn around looking at him in disbelief. "But, Dean, some guy is dead now because of me!" I snap. "I didn't know" Sam says sadly and I sigh.
"I know" I say softly, I go over to him and he looks at me, absolutely guilty. "I'm so sorry, Y/N" Sam says sorrowfully, pulling me into a hug that I return. I wrap my arms around his waist patting his back as he wraps his arms around my shoulders. "I would've done it for the both of you too" I admit and they look at me stunned.
When we let go of the hug he then says, "The thing I don't understand is, how is Roy doing it? How's he trading a life for a life?" Sam voices his thoughts. "Roy's not doing it. Something else is doing it for him" I tell them and they look at me confused. "What do you mean?" Dean asks me.
"The old man I saw on stage. I didn't wanna believe it but deep down I knew." I say, looking down. "You knew what? What're you talking about?" Sam asks me confused. I lean against the desk and say, "Theres only one thing that can give and take life like that" I say, Sam is still confused but realization dawns on Deans face.
"You don't think.." He trails off looking at me and I nod, his face dropping. "Holy shit" Dean mutters. "We're dealing with a reaper fellas" I say and Sam is in disbelief.
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Hours of research later, Dean and I are looking at a picture with a vague drawing of a Grim Reaper on it that he printed out from the web and Sam is by his laptop. "You guys really think it's The Grim Reaper? Like, Angel of Death, collect your soul, the whole deal?" Sam asks us and we shake our heads.
"No, no, no. Not The Reaper. A reaper" Dean corrects him. "There's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth. They go gt a hundred different names. It's possible there's more than one of them" I explain the mythology. "But you said you saw a dude in a suit" Dean says, propping his head on his hand.
"What, you think he should've been working the black robe thing?" I say sarcastically and he rolls his eyes. "Sam, you said it yourself that the clock stopped, right?" I question him and he nods. I take the paper from Dean and show it to Sam.
"Reapers stop time. And you can only see them when they're coming at you which is why I could see it and you guys couldn't" I say, resting the paper down. "Maybe" Sam says. "There's nothing else it could be, Sam. The question is, how's Roy controlling the damn thing?" Dean defends my theory.
I see Sams face contort into the one he normally has when he's either realized something or holding in a fart. "What?" I ask him. "That cross" Sam mutters. "Huh?" Dean looks at us confused. "There was this cross, I noticed it in the church tent. I knew I had seen it before" Sam says.
He picks up a deck of and shuffles through them, chuckling when he finds what he's looking for. He hands the card to Dean who takes it. "Here" He says as Dean shows it to me. A man with a skeleton face and a cross, similar to the one on the church alter. "A tarot?" Dean scoffs.
"It makes sense. I mean tarot dates back to the early Christian era, right? When some priests were still using magic and a few of them veered into the dark stuff. Necromancy and how to push death away, how to cause it" I explain, looking over at Sam for confirmation. He nods in agreement.
"So, Roy's using black magic to bind the reaper" Dean suggests, handing Sam back the card. "If he is, he's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white" Sam says, looking at him laptop. Dean then takes his empty coffee mug and mine, resting it in the sink behind us.
He leans against the sink thinking, "Okay, then we stop Roy" He says and I look back at him. "How?" I ask him. "You know how" He says looking at me grimly. "What the hell are you talking about, Dean? We can't kill Roy" Sam says. "The guys playing god, he's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book" Dean argues and I get up from my chair.
"Believe when I say I agree with you, charming. But we can't kill a human being. If we do that, then we're not better than he is" I tell him calmly and he sighs. "She's right, Dean." Sam adds and he looks over at him. "Okay, we can't kill Roy. We can't kill death. Any bright ideas college boy?" Dean asks him sarcastically and Sam rolls his eyes.
"Okay, uh, if Roy's using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we gotta figure out what it is and how to break it" Sam says and we nod in agreement.
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We decide to go back to the church (Roy's tent), now pulling into an empty parking space on the lot. "If Roy's using a spell, there might be a spell book" I tell the boys as we get out of Baby, closing the door. "See if you can find it"Dean says to Sam. "Hurry up too. Service starts in 15 minutes. We'll try to stall Roy" I tell him.
"Alright" Sam responds and the protestor from the day I got healed approaches us. "Roy Le Grange is a fraud. He's no healer" He says, handing us fliers. "Amen, brother" I preach loudly, causing Dean to chuckle as we walk towards the tent. "You keep up the good work" Sam tells him and we laugh even louder. "Thank you" The man thanks him smiling.
Dean and I walk inside the tent and take a seat straight to the back. I look over at him to see him deep in thought and I nudge him slight, "What's swirling around in that handsome head of yours?" I tease him with a smile and he smirks at me. "Nothing, I was just waiting on a call back from someone, kinda disappointed" He says, looking down.
"Since when do you wait around for a call from a girl?" I cock my eyebrow at him, shocked. "Not a girl" He scoffs chuckling, I'm slightly relieved about this for some reason but I just ask. "Then who?" I ask curiously. "Our Dads" He says honestly and I'm taken back.
"You called them?" I ask surprised and he nods. "Of course, you weren't well. I wasn't going to keep that from them" He says and I nod sadly. I didn't think about it like that, now I know for a fact that my dad might know I was dying and he didn't even bother to show up. It hurt, I'm not gonna lie. Dean notices the look of hurt on my face and quickly apologizes.
"Im sorry princess, forget I said anything" He says apologetically but I feign a smile. "Im fine. Honestly" I give him a wide fake smile, hoping he takes the bait. He seems to do so and nudges me back with his shoulder jokingly, making me causing gasp and I chuckle along with him.
My phone then rings and I fish it out of my pocket to see it's Sam calling, I flip it open and put it to my ear, "What do you got?" I ask him as Dean leans in closer to me, pressing his ear to the back of my phone to hear what Sam found. "Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral. And I think I know who's next on his list. Remember that protestor?" Sam says quickly.
"Guy in the parking lot?" I whisper into the phone. "Yeah, I'll find him. But you guys can't let Roy heal anyone, alright?" Sam instructs up and I flip the phone shut, me and Dean share a look before looking back on the stage. We get up from our seats and walk closer to it.
"Logan. Logan Rourke. Come up here, son" Roy says into the mic, falling out for Logan as the crowd cheers. Logan gives his mom a tearful hug before walking up to the stage. Me and Dean share a panicked look at this. "Oh, man" I mutter sorrowfully. Logan does to walk past me but I stop him.
"Logan, listen to me. You can't go up there" I try to stop him and he looks at me confused. "Why not? We've waited for months" He protests and I shake my head. "You can let Roy heal you" I plead with him. "I don't understand. Roy healed you, didn't he? Why wouldn't you at least let him try" He tries to reason.
"Because if you do, something bad is gonna happen. I can't explain. I just need you to believe me" I tell him honestly and I see Dean looks at me like 'WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!'. Logan looks at me in disbelief. "Logan" Sue Ann calls for him to get up on the stage.
"Please" I beg him. He looks back at his mother and back to me with an apologetic look on his face and I sigh. "I'm sorry" He apologizes and I try to stop him. "Logan. Logan!" I whisper yell but he ignores me. "Dear child" Sue Ann smiles at Logan, ushering him up the stage and the crowd cheers again.
"You deserve this" Sue Ann tells him. I look back at his mother who have an overjoyed expression on his face. "I knew the Lord was planning. I knew it was a mystery if time" Roy says into the mic. I groan in displeasure and Dean looks at me with pity. "Pray with me friends" Roy says to the congregation.
He opens his hand like he did when healing me and goes to lay a hand on Logan's head. I look over Dean, pleading with him with my eyes to do something. He nods and pulls me to the exit of the tent and yells, "Fire! Hurry! Tents on fire!" I go along with it and scream. "Fire! Everybody get out of here!" Everybody begins to panic, running out of the tent.
Roy stops, not laying his hand on Logan. "No! No, please. Please don't stop. Please! Reverend please! Please? Please don't stop" Logan's mother rushes to the stage, begging Roy to not stop healing Logan. My heart hurts hearing her pleas, knowing that if he was healed, someone would die. He looks over at me pained and I give him an apologetic look.
"Friends, if you'd all just exit the tent in an orderly fashion and we'll figure out what's going on out there and we'll come back-" Roy says into the mic. I take out my phone to call Sam, "We did it. We stopped Roy" I tell him once he answered. "David, I think it's okay" I hear Sam say through the speaker.
"Y/N, it didn't work! The reapers still coming!" Sam exclaims in fear and my eyes widen, looking at Dean. "How?!" Dean asks loudly, pressing his ear against my phone. "I'm telling you! I'm telling you, it must not have worked! Roy must not be controlling this thing!" Sam insists. "Then who the hell is?" I ask rhetorically and my eyes glance over to Sue Ann.
Roy's wife is in a corner of the tent chanting quietly and it clicks. "Dean!" I nudge him and he looks in the direction I am. "Sue Ann" I tell Sam before flipping the phone shut. We run towards her quickly and turn her around roughly. She's clutching a pendant with the cross from the tarot card and like the one T the alter.
She's stunned when we do this and starts screaming, "Help! Help me!" She tucks the pendant in her clothes. "You bitch!" I scream angrily, slapping her across her face and suddenly two police officers come and roughly escorts me and Dean out of the tent. Sue Ann comes behind us and begins to lecture us, clutching the red mark on her face from my slap with tears in her eyes.
"I just don't understand. After everything we've done for you, after Roy healed you." She cries, feigning innocence. Me and Dean glare at her, narrowing our eyes filled with hatred. "We're just very, very disappointed, Y/N" She cries then turning to the officers. "You can let them go. I'm not gonna press any charges. The lord will deal with her as he sees fit" She tells them.
My jaw clenches in anger, my eyes trailing her as she walks off. "We catch you two around here again, we'll put the fear of God in you, understand?" The officer bellows harshly, gripping Deans shirt, I don't answer instead just continue glaring at Sue Ann. "Yes, sir, fear of God. Got it" Dean says bitterly, giving them a smug smile and they rough push us both.
"Son of a bitch" I mutter. "Did you have to slap her?" Dean mutters to me disappointed and I sigh. I turn around to see Logan behind me with a disappointed look on his face. "Logan, I'm so s-" He cuts me off. "Why would you do that, Y/N? And it could have been my only chance" He asks me shaking his head, tears in his eyes.
"He's not a healer" I try to tell him but he argues. "He healed you" He defends. "I-I know it doesn't seem fair and I wish I could explain but Roy is not the answer, I'm sorry" I apologize sincerely, stuttering on my words. Tears begin to fall down his face and I have to hold back my own.
"Goodbye, Y/N" His voice cracks, shaking his head. He moves between me and Dean and then turns to me, I turn to look at him and he says, "I wish you luck, I really do" He says sincerely. "Same to you" I respond, tears threatening to fall from my eyes as he walks off. "You deserved a lot more than me" I say to myself quietly but Dean notices.
"Don't say that, princess" He tells me, "Anyone would be lucky to have you" He whispers in my ear, wrapping his arms around me, patting my head as I lay my head against his shoulder. "God I need to stop crying, I've been crying so much these days. I can't even recognize myself anymore" I chuckle humorlessly, wiping my tears.
He smiles at me, putting his finger on my chin and tilting my head towards him to look into his eyes. "If it makes you feel better, I think it makes you a helluva lot stronger than me" He says, emotions swimming in his eyes as my (e/c) one's pierce his.
"Thanks, charming" I say genuinely. We look over to the Impala to see Sam leaning against it, letting go of our hug we begin to walk towards it. "Private session tonight, no interruptions. I give you my word, I'll heal your son" We hear Roy tell Mrs. Rourke with Sue Ann next to him as we walk towards Baby.
"Thank you, Reverend. God bless you" She thanks him, shaking his hand and giving Sue Ann a hug. They then head on over to their car, his mom giving him a tight hug, tearing falling from her eyes before getting in and driving off.
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Now back at the motel, we explain what happened in the tent to Sam. He's sitting on his bed and Dean is sitting on his next to Sam's as I pace the room, nervously. "So Roy really believes" He says and I go to the window, pulling the curtain to look out it. "I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing" I tell him.
"Well, I found this hidden in their library" Sam tells us, pulling out a small old looking book from his jacket, showing us. "It's ancient. Written by priests who went dark side. There's a binding spell in here for trapping a reaper." Sam explains as I take a seat next to Dean on his bed, handing me the book.
"Must be a hell of a spell" Dean mutters as I open the book, he peers over my shoulder to get a look. "Yeah" Sam responds. "You gotta build a black alter with seriously dark stuff. Bones, human blood..." He lists off sighing. "To cross a line like that...that preachers wife. Black magic, murder. Evil" He says, shaking his head.
"Desperate" I add. "Her husband was dying. She would've done anything to save him. She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy" I say and they nod. "Cheating death, literally" Sam adds ironically. "Yeah, but Roy's alive, so why's she still using the spell?" Dean asks and realization dawns on Sam's face.
"Right. To force the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral" Sam says and I sigh, shaking my head. "May God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work" Dean mutters as I flip through the book. "We gotta break that binding spell, guys" Sam tells us and I reach a page with the cross like what Sue Ann was clutching.
Me and Dean share a look before looking up at Sam. "You know, Sue Ann had a Coptic cross like this. Once she dropped it, the reaper backed off" I tell them. "So you think we gotta find the cross or destroy the altar?" Dean asks me. "Maybe both?" I suggest and they look at me confused. "Whatever we do, we'd better do it soon" Dean says. "Roy's healing Logan tonight." I tell him and he nods as I get up from the bed, handing him the book.
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Later that night, the boys and I head back to Roy's. When Dean parks I notice a familiar looking car, "That's Logan's car. He's already here" Sam draws the car to our attention. "Yeah" I respond sadly, clearing my throat. "Y/N.." Sam goes to comfort me but I cut him off. "You know, if Roy would've picked Logan instead of me, he'd be healed right now" I say honestly.
"Y/N, don't" Dean pleads with me not to go down that path. "And if he's not healed tonight, he's gonna die in a couple months" I look down at my hands guilty. "What's happening to him is horrible, but what are you gonna do? Let somebody else die to save her?" Sam asks me rhetorically.
"You agreed with me when I said, 'You can't play God'" Dean tells me comfortingly but I don't answer, taking a deep breath I get out of baby and the boys follow behind me. We creep around the side of the tent and pull the plastic a bit to the side to see Roy hosting another service. "Gather around. Please, everyone, gather around. Come in closer, come on up" He ushers Logan up to the stage.
"Where's Sue Ann?" Dean asks us. "House" I respond. We walk back towards the house and I notice the police officer from earlier stationed infront of Sue Anns house. I turn to the boys and tell them, "Go find Sue Ann, I'll catch up" They look at me confused, "What are you-?" Dean goes to ask me but I cut him off.
"Just trust me, okay?" I flash him a wink before walking into the view of the officers and they crouch behind a bus that's parked. "Hey! You wanna put that fear of God in me? I don't mind getting double teamed!" I smirk as I call out to the officers tauntingly, instantly they shoot me angry look and they begin running after me and I bolt out of there to give Sam and Dean time to find Sue Ann.
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"That crazy bitch" Sam mutters to himself, shaking his head in amusement as Y/N dashes away from the officers. Dean snorts in laughter, "We call her nutcase and crackhead for a reason" Dean whispers to his young brother, quickly getting up from behind the bus and making their ways up Sue Anns porch quickly.
They walk around around the side of the porch, looking for any weak spots or open windows to get into the house.
In the parking lot:
Meanwhile, Y/N is ducking under trailers, busses, cars, you name it, to keep hidden from the police that are still chasing her. "You see her?" One officer asks the other, shining their lights around the dark lot in search of Y/N. "No" the other officer shakes his head.
On the porch:
From ontop the porch, Sam notices what looks like an underground cellar below the porch, "Dean, come check this out" He whisper yells for his brother attention. Dean quickly comes around and they share a look before running down the porch to go check out the cellar.
They lean down and open it, quickly getting in and closing it behind them.
In the parking lot:
Y/N is currently braced up against a trailer, hiding from the officers when suddenly she hears a loud barking coming from the door. She lets out a low scream in fear, backing up from the trailer. The barking draws the attention to the officers who are on the other side of the trailer.
One of the officer flashes his light under the trailer and inside, scoffing when he comes up empty handed, "Psycho mutt" He grumbles as the dog growls at him through the window. Still barking as the other officer laughs.
Y/N peers off the ledge from on-top of the trailer, sighing in relief, thanking whatever god existed that she scaled the trailer in time before the police saw her.
In the cellar:
While all of this is going on, the boys walk down the stairs to the underground cellar. Bending the corner, Dean notices a altar with candles lit around it, "Hey college boy" He nudges Sam pointing to the altar. "That what we're looking for?" He asks him and Sam nods.
They push open the gate and walk towards the altar that has candles lit around, pictures of people, even Y/N with red X's on their faces (presumably human blood), a human skull with blood dripping down it. Dean picks up the picture of Y/N, showing it to Sam.
"I gave your girlfriend life and I can take it away" A familiar voice booms, causing them to jump and turn around quickly to see Sue Ann with a grim expression on her face. Anger raises to their heads and they share a look before tilting the table the altar was on, tossing it to the floor.
Everything on it smashing into pieces. They run after Sue Ann but she's had a head start from when they were destroying the altar, running up the stairs and barricading the cellar door with a wooden stick. The groan as they try to push it open but Sue Ann is using all her strength to keep it shut.
"Boys, can't you see? The Lord chose to me reward the just and punish the wicked" Sue Ann preaches from outside. "And your girlfriend is wicked, Dean. And she deserves to die just as Logan deserves to live. It's Gods will" She continues to ramble but the boys stop pushing the door and run to the back.
Looking for anything that's big enough to knock the door down with. They find a large peace of wood, that's heavy enough for the both of them to hold. "Goodbye, boys" Sue Ann says and leaves. "On three" Dean says and Sam nods curtly, "One, two, three!" He shouts.
The brothers run the hunk of wood head first into the door with all their might. Busting it down and breaking the peace of stick that was holding it together.
In the parking lot:
Y/N is still in the yard, when she notices the lights in the lot start to flicker. She looks up at the lights in confusion before turning to see the old man she saw when she was healed behind her. Her chest begins to heave when she realizes what might be going on.
The man begins to approach her slowly and her eyes widen, frozen in fear. The man lays his hand on her head and she begins to groan in pain, her head feeling as if it's going to explode. Roy's healing Logan and Sue Ann is trading my life for his. She chose to accept her faith, knowing she wasn't supposed to live either way.
She comes to the realization, not able to move as the man drains the life out of her slowly, bringing her to her knees. Y/N screams as the pain courses through her body.
Inside the tent:
Meanwhile in the tent, Roy has his hand on Logan's head, bringing Logan to his knees while Sue Ann is outside the tent, clutching the glowing cross to her chest and chanting the spell, controlling the reaper.
In the parking lot:
Y/N's eyes begin to turn grey and her skin begins to pale as the reaper looks at her apologetically, as if he didn't want to take her life from her.
Outside the tent:
Now free, Dean pushes Sue Ann to the ground and Sam snatches the glowing cross from her hand, throwing on the ground and it smashes into pieces. Rendering the control on the reaper ineffective. "Noooo!" Sue Ann screams pained.
In the parking lot:
Suddenly the reaper let's go of Y/N, she falls to the ground and begins gasping for air.
Inside the tent:
Meanwhile in the tent, Roy can feel his 'power' die. Logan doesn't feel the effect of the healing anymore, his eyes fluttering open. "I don't understand" Roy says confused. "I don't feel different" Logan tells him, looking over at his mom with tears with tears in their eyes.
Outside the tent:
"Oh my god! What have you boys done?!" Sue Ann screams from outside of the tent, kneeling next to the broken cross, sobbing. "He's not your God" Dean says angrily, clenching his jaw and rolling his eyes at her pathetic sobs. Sue Ann looks up and sees the reaper she had in her clutches across from her, smiling at her with villainous intent. She gasps loudly in fear.
The boys look at her confused as she tries to run away but suddenly stops as the reaper appears infront of us and lays his hand on her head instead. She begins to gasp for air, instantly turning pale as her eyes roll to the back of her head, turning grey.
The reaper then let's go of Sue Ann with a satisfied smile on his face and she drops to the floor convulsing as if she's having a seizure and she lets out one last breath, now dead. The boys look on at this and let out a satisfied breath of relief.
"Let's go find Y/N" Dean tells Sam and he nods, making their way back to the parking lot. They see Y/N leaning against the Impala trying to catch her breath. "You okay, Princess?" Dean asks her concerned and she nods weakly. "Hell of a week" She says ironically and they nod. "Yeah" Sam says.
"Alright, come on. We should get going" He tells them and Dean takes out his keys. They all open the doors to the impala simultaneously before jumping in. Dean in the driver, Sam riding shotgun and Y/N to the back.
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Later they're all in their motel room, Y/N sits on her bed staring into space as if she's deep in thought. "What is it?" Dean asks her knowingly, breaking her out of her thought process. Her eyes flicker over to him and she shakes her head, "Nothing" She says, sighing.
The brothers share a look, "What is it?" Sam presses, putting his hands on his hips. "We did the right thing here, didn't we?" She asks them. "Of course we did" Dean assures her and she sighs. "It doesn't feel like it" She says sighing. Suddenly a knocking on the door interrupts their conversation.
"I got it" Sam says, going over to it and opening it to reveal Logan. "Hey Logan, come on in" He says and Y/N shoots up from the bed. "Hey" He says, giving Sam a smile. "Hey. How did you know we were here?" Y/N asks him surprised. The burning sensation comes back to Deans chest, seeing how quickly her mood changed when she saw Logan.
He brushes it off quickly, brushing it under his rug of underlying feelings. "Um, Sam called. He said you wanted to say goodbye" He tells her and she looks over at Sam who gives her a sly smirk. "We're gonna go grab some sodas" Sam says quickly, grabbing his older brother by his elbow and pulling him out of the door.
Dean is hesitant about this but obliges. He huffs in annoyance as Sam closes the door. Sam notices the clenching of Deans jaw. "I thought you said you weren't a jealous idiot?" He teases his older brother, his gaze snaps over to him with a harsh glare. "I'm not. I just don't like the idea of leaving her alone in a room with a guy she barely knows" He retorts roughly as they walk to the vending machine and Sam chuckles dryly.
The irony of that makes him laugh on the inside, knowing Y/N hooks up with people every so often which Dean is quite aware of. Sam mostly did this so Y/N could get some closure because he know she has a big heart under all of her denying.
But partly was because he knew it would bother Dean and hey, his brother always says he doesn't feel that way about Y/N. He loves his brother dearly but the man is too damn stubborn for his own good. And so is Y/N but she hides her jealously better than Dean.
As the door closes behind Logan, the two exchange heated looks. Logan is the first to break it, walking around her to take a look at the room. "So, where are you going?" He asks Y/N. "Oh, don't know yet. Our work kind of takes us all over. So...." She tells him, trailing off when their eyes connect again.
"You know, I went back to see Roy" He tells her. "What happened?" She asks him sadly, already knowing the answer. Logan sighs, shaking his head as he takes a seat on the bed, "Nothing" He tells her as she sits next to him. "I mean, he laid his hands on my forehead but nothing happened" He tells her.
"I'm sorry it didn't work" She apologizes sincerely. "And Sue Ann. She's dead, you know. Stroke" Logan informs her and she nods. "Yeah, I heard" She says. "You know, Roy's a good man. He doesn't deserve whats happened" Y/N says sadly. "It must be rough...to believe in something so much...and have it disappoint you like that" She adds, giving him a sympathetic look.
Logan however has a smile on his face, "You wanna here something weird?" He asks her. "Hmm?" She responds. "I'm okay. Really." He assures her and she's slightly surprised by this. "I guess if you're gonna have faith, you can't just have it when the miracles happen. You have to have it when they done" He tells her and she smiles sadly at his wise words, leaving her speechless.
"So, what now?" She asks him and he shrugs smiling. "God works in mysterious ways." He repeats his first words to her, giving her a teary smile before resting his hand on her cheek. The way Dean usually does. But it didn't quite feel right like when he does it. He leans in and lays a small kiss on her cheek.
His lips lingering at the corner of her mouth as she swallows the lump in her throat. "Goodbye, Y/N" He tells her with a smile and watery eyes before getting up to leave. "Hey" She calls out to him and he turns around at the door. "Um...You know, I'm not much of the praying type. But...I'm gonna pray for you" She says to him confidently, her tone filled with sorrow.
Logan nods and smiles, "Well, there's a miracle right there" He tells her with a smile, opening the door and closing it behind him.
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Authors Note: I told you I was gonna add my own little spin on things in this rewrite lol. Hope you guys enjoyed!! I know how some people may think as if I'm taking away storyline from Sam or Dean by letting the reader experience certain things they go through but please remember I am just trying to keep her as included as possible.
I'm not going to take away big storylines as the whole point of this book is to follow the major plots but I'm just trying to make things more interesting to give a different perspective of the show. I'm enjoying writing so far and I personally have experienced books where I didn't like the way it was going and I left it so I hope you guys are still holding on!!
Note that this chapter is unedited and I plan on coming back to edit it eventually.
Xoxo
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WE HAVE A FLOOR
OH THANK FUCK
So, for those of you who don't know or don't recall or just love seeing this fucking story again and again because this shit has HAUNTED me for NEARLY TWO YEARS, let's turn back the clock:
2022:
By the end of June 2022, the following things had happened to me in the year 2022:
Six sinus infections, one right after the other. Tested for Covid each and every time. Not Covid. When to the doctor on day 12, got the antibiotics, shit cleared up. And basically the moment the antibiotics cleared my system, new sinus infection.
Had so many in a row, in fact, that my my ashtma wouldn't calm down, and we had to get me on steroids for ten days to basically reset my lungs.
Went to a family wedding, first big trip since lockdown.
Came home from the family wedding and had Covid. I regularly get body pain with my fevers, and this was the worst body pain of my life. I barely remember going to the doctor for the test so I could take time off. It was bad.
Was very close to a major realization that a friendship I thought was going to last my whole life had become utterly toxic and abusive.
And then the end of June hit. And I woke up one morning to Sean cursing, which was alarming. Because I curse like a sailor, but he does not. I get up to see what the problem is.
The problem is a quarter-inch of water through most of our apartment. It was coming through our light fixtures. We are in a renovated basement of a house from the 1920s. I ran outside then up the stairs to see what was going on up there.
The house is two stories. Overnight, the toilet supply line on the second story had begun to leak. This kind of leak is a silent affair. We don't know when it started. But when we woke up, the entire living/kitchen area was flooded. The laundry room/bathroom was flooded. The water had soaked into the bedroom carpet so far that it was sopping wet from the door to about two feet in.
The office had, miraculously, not taken a drop. Still not sure how that worked.
We call the management company. We call insurance. I swear my ass off because Sean has to go to work, which means I'm stuck alone all day with the mess and a dog who does NOT understand why her paws keep getting wet.
Demo guys show up. They are very, very nice. By the time they're done on day one, there are two dehumidifiers and several large fans going in my house.
We don't have A/C by the way. And it's late June, and even in PDX, that's not great.
Three days later, the demo guys show back up to take out everything that can't be fixed. Our place looked like this:
Once they took all the wet out, we had this hole in our ceiling:
And were walking around on this floor:
That's the original cement floor that was put in when the house was built, by the way.
And then, we spent the ENTIRE SUMMER waiting for someone to FIX OUR FUCKING HOUSE. From the end of June until FUCKING SEPTEMBER we were living with an open ceiling and no actual floor.
I'd email the management company. I'd call. They'd say "Oh, we're working on it. The owner is dragging his feet."
Put a pin in that claim. We'll come back to it.
At the end of July, I ended that friendship I mentioned. I am using it as a measurement here so you understand that a month into my house being like this, I was also going through a massive emotionally fucked up situation.
Work was so fucking busy I nearly burned out. On top of trying to get some answers about when I was gonna get a fucking ceiling and floor again.
By August, I snapped and sent a terselye worded email about how it should not take this long to make some fucking decisions. I got back, "Oh, we're trying, but the owner isn't communicating with us."
Put a pin in that claim, too.
Finally. FINALLY. After FOUR contractors came and looked and gave estimates, we got told "Okay, we're gonna fix your place. In September. It'll take three weeks."
So, for three weeks, we moved into a hotel, and it was...it was fine. But it's not home, okay. I just wanted to be in my fucking house with a fucking ceiling and floor.
Finally, three weeks later, we moved back in, and we had a ceiling! And a floor!
And then I got what I thought was food poisoning. 48 hours of some of the worst pain I've ever had, and my endometriosis is severe enough I had a full hysterectomy at 31 or 32 (I honestly don't recall). Okay. I know from pain. Went to the doctor. Got an anti-nausea injection from the biggest needle I have ever seen in my LIFE. The doctor pushed on my gall bladder and asked if it hurt. I'd been continuously sick for 48 hours. Everything hurt. I said, in all honesty, I couldn't tell.
Went home. Rehydrated. Things seemed fine. They guessed it was my gall bladder anyway, and since I had no history of issues, said "Let's try to change your diet before we go through surgery."
Fine. Whatever. Didn't care.
A week later, in the first week of October, I ended up in the ER because I was sick again. So sick, in fact, I could not keep down apple juice. It took TWO DAYS to get a surgical spot. I went through caffeine withdrawal. The Try Guys released their video about firing Ned. All I wanted to do was go home to my finally fixed house and fucking sleep.
Surgery went fine. Had a full-room hallucination that Sean and I were Chucky and Tiffany from the Chucky movies. Kept telling Sean to kill the nurse so we'd get a larger cut of the money. This has never happened before, but I've also never been on Dilaudid for several days in a row to control my pain. Apparently, when that happens, I think I'm a serial killing doll.
Go home. Rest up. Things seem fine.
In November, I walk into the kitchen one day, look down, and see a space between two of the floorboards that should not be there.
I refuse to deal with it and throw a rug over it.
Over the next several months, more boards start bubbling and warping.
The floor, it appears, has some fucking issues.
I ignore it for almost a year. Yes, I know what you're thinking, "Gayle, why?"
Because 2022 was a fucking disaster, and a major part of it was the flood, and sometimes you just gotta avoid that shit, okay?
But, finally, it's bad enough I know I gotta say something. I send the management company a note. They send a guy. He's great. Says I'll hear back in a week.
I don't.
And then I don't.
And then I don't.
And then the owner asks to inspect the property to see how things are looking.
He sees the floor and is shocked. This is not good. Why is it like this? How long has it been like this? When did I put in a maintenance request? And what was the last thing I heard?
This is November.
In December, we are informed via letter from the owner that he would like to be cc'ed on every request we send to the management company because he is not pleased with their performance.
Well, okay.
In January, we get a hard freeze. And then we got a pinhole leak in a pipe. That I discovered when walking into the kitchen and stepping into--you guessed it--a quarter-inch of water on the floor.
It was comin up from under the boards, but the hole was actually in our wall. We had glare ice. No one in PDX knows how to handle glare ice. The owner made the trip from the deep suburbs to us every day he could (he got stuck once) to get the problem fixed as quickly and neatly as possible.
I heard him on the phone with the management company several times explaining what he was doing, how long he thought it would take, and thanking them for communicating with us.
Which.
It took 4 days. I got one email. At 6:30 PM. On a day I heard him call them at 10 AM.
So. Suddenly "the owner isn't responding" and "the owner won't communicate" seem like complete fucking bullshit. Because he sure as hell responded when he found out there was a leak (we cc'ed him on the email as requested), and I fucking HEARD HIM communicate.
And then we found out that the owner had not had final say on the floor, which now had to be replaced not just for bubbling but for being fucking wrecked from NEW water damage.
But for this new floor, we just went through him, and would you look at that. Clear communication. Regular updates. We were on the concrete again for about three weeks because that's just how far out contractors are booking right now. But the work was done when he said it would be, and by god, it's clearly a much higher quality of flooring.
So. It's done. It's fucking done. It looks beautiful. The owner scrubbed our bathroom before he left for some fucking reason and was worried he'd lost the knob off our washing machine (we bought it used; it's never had that knob). When I met him the first time after the big leak, I thought he was a complete asshole, and it turns out he's actually all right. He gave us money for dinner this week and is also gonna get us a few days of rent comped for having to have people in and out. I'm never renting through this management company again, but if that dude's got other properties through someone else, I'd go there in a second.
April 5, 2024. May it be the last reference I ever have to make to a fucking floor repair in this house.
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Can you make a story about Damon knowing reader likes him so he walks around shirtless to get a rise out of her.
I can't stare at you with everyone around | Damon Salvatore x Reader
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Damon Salvatore, the hottest man in Mystic Falls.
I was his neighbour, also Elena's oldest sister so after Aunt Jenna's death her and Jer moved in with me in my townhouse which was nothing compared to the Salvatores.
To be fair, Elena and I practically lived with Stefan and Damon whilst Jeremy had the house to himself given the whole vampire hunter status and although Damon was a vampire that liked to get on everyones nerves, he did respect me and Elena enough not to kill our youngest sibling.
I've had a crush on Damon for as long as I can remember, I think thats a bad thing. Damon is a bad guy so no body should be able to care for him the way that I do.
"Alright, do you think Caroline would notice if there was 89 red balloons." Bonnie said over the speaker phone, Elena looks to me laughing and I chuckle "It's Caroline we are talking about, Of course she would notice." Elena responded.
Elena and I had been baking for the dance later on tonight, "So I suppose, Red Velvet cupcakes would go with the red balloons, pretty ballsy." I say "Yeah I guess so." Elena laughs.
"What are you guys doing?" Damon stumbles in with a bottle of bourbon "Y/n and I are baking, for the dance, you know the dance you were suppose to help with?" Elena questions Damon.
"Right, Well I didn't exactly feel like helping." Damon nods to us, he had been walking around shirtless for a couple of days while me, Elena and Bonnie were planning stuff at their house.
"Just like you didn't feel like putting on a shirt today?" I ask him "Or yesterday." I state "And the day before" Elena chimes in "Right and the day before that" I nod agreeing with her.
"So what? I don't feel like wearing a shirt around my house, whose gonna stop me. It's my house?" Damon throws his arms up.
Although I did just finish complaining about the half naked vampire in front of me and my little sister, I didn't mind the sight. The sight being his sculpted torso, each ab being placed perfectly not to mention the way he doesn't even have to mention it for somebody to look at his abs.
"y/n" a muffled voice said behind me, the voice continued to say my name, slowly pulling me back to reality "yes, yes what." I spin around slightly agitated. "try it" Elena says stuffing the cupcake into my mouth.
I bite it, swallowing it turning back to Damon "it's tasty" I say still staring at him whilst he stared at my sister "i don't uh like cakes though. you know that, give damon one." I smile to her and she nods giving one to Damon and he starts eating it.
"oh these are great, are you sure caroline needs them?" he asks and I nod "she needs them like you need that shirt I mentioned earlier." I mumbled taking the rubbish out of his hand and putting it in a bin.
"I don't get why I need to wear a shirt, is there something you haven't seen before?" he asks walking up next to me "Oh Matt just called I'll be right back." Elena says answering her phone and walking out of the kitchen.
"It's just children in the house, Damon, a shirt should be a rule when there is children." I say rinsing off the baking tray and bowl, placing them into the dishwasher.
"I think there is another reason." he says closing the dishwasher with his leg "well n- hey" I look at him annoyed punching his chest. My fist touching his bare skin sending shivers down my spine.
"tell me, before I compel it out of you." he says, his tone getting lower than usual "luckily vervain exists and you used to have a basement full of it." I sigh.
"So then what's the problem?" he asks, the heat basically radiating off of my head as he asks me once more 'what's the problem with no shirt.'
"god its because I find you hot, and I can't stare at you with everyone around including my sister who is dating your brother. It's just weird." I say smacking him out of the way of the dishwasher continuing to place the rinsed dishes in there.
"you find me hot?" he says "well thats not the only thing, but yes you're good looking." I say "and if that whole no shirt thing was to get a rise out of my, I will torture you till deaths end." glaring at him as he steps back kind of frightened by what I just said "jesus christ y/n, no it wasn't" he chuckles.
"I know it was, you little liar." narrowing my eyes at him, closing the dishwasher. "now can you start this thing, im young but dishwashers are confusing." I say rubbing the sweat off my forehead point to the dishwasher and he scoffs "you find me hot" he says under his breath, starting the dishwasher cycle.
"are you going to put that shirt on now?" I ask him and he nods "pft no. I like to know your eyes are on me and not any other man. Makes me special." he winks walking out of the room.
God I just can't shake him, shirt or not.
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A Silent Night | Modern!Arthur Shelby x Reader
Request: no - part of my Countdown to Christmas Event
Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader (modern AU)
Summary: In which Arthur and (Y/N) are able to spend a night by themselves; away from their children and the other craziness that the holdiays bring.
Warnings: one bad word
Word Count: 1085
A/N: we’re coming to the end of these festive stories…only 2 more days left after this. I’ve really channeled myself through this one as well - I still need to do all of my wrapping. Thanks so much for helping me decide to turn this into a modern Arthur story. Enjoy! :)
Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!
"Alright, the night's ours, love...what are we doing?" Arthur asked as he and (Y/N) exited their car and walked through the front door of their home.
"I was thinking that I'd get started on wrapping the kids' presents," (Y/N) answered him while taking off her jacket and hanging it on one of the hooks by the door. She turned to see Arthur giving her one of those 'are you being serious?' faces. "What? I have a lot of wrapping to do," she defended her idea.
"I'm sure you do, but we've finally got a night away from the kids. Wouldn't you want to do something...else?" he trailed off at the end, a smile starting to quirk the corners of his lips upwards.
"The night's still young. Let me do this first and then maybe," she told him, putting extra emphasis on the final word of her sentence.
Arthur pursed his lips as he looked at her, taking a moment to think over her words. "Fair enough," he responded with a slight nod, his words being enough to allow (Y/N) to head upstairs and go into their closet, where the majority of the kids' presents were stashed. The bigger ones were being kept safe in the basement.
She then began the process of carrying everything down the steps and stacking it into a pile in the living room. Once she was done with the relocating, she sat down in an open spot on the floor with a huff.
"Do you think we got them enough?" Arthur questioned jokingly from where he was sitting on the sofa.
"I can't help that gift giving is one of my love languages," (Y/N) defended herself before she glanced over at the small mountain of gifts that she had to wrap. "I think we may have," she then answered his question, looking back over at him with a sheepish smile on her face.
"They'll be ecstatic," Arthur assured her, grabbing the remote then so that he could begin flipping through the channels to find something to watch. He settled on one of those home improvement shows, which made (Y/N) giggle...he always chose to watch things like that. She wasn't complaining though. His knowledge came in handy when things broke around the house.
(Y/N) grabbed the first present and some gift wrap so that she could begin measuring it out and starting the process of wrapping. She went on like this, wrapping in silence, until she got to the fifth present. That was when something popped into her mind. "Arthur, can you check to make sure that the dollhouse for Avery is still set to arrive tomorrow?" she asked her husband. They'd cut it pretty close - hoping that the present would arrive on Christmas Eve, but it insisted that it'd come in before the big day, and (Y/N) was willing to place a bet on the accuracy. A few moments passed without an answer, making her look up to see that his head was tipped back against the couch's cushion. "Babe," she called out to him, her voice a little louder this time.
"Huh?" he asked, waking with a start as he sat up on the couch.
"I can't believe you've fallen asleep already," she pointed out with a slight chuckle.
"There isn't much else to do," he countered, "I've already seen this episode," he added, motioning to the television then.
"I can think of a few things you could do," she said to him, motioning to the presents she still needed to wrap.
"What was it you needed?" he slyly changed the topic, not wanting to open that can of worms. He was absolute shit at wrapping presents.
"I wanted you to check on Avery's dollhouse...to see if it's still expected to come in by tomorrow," she told him, watching as he picked his phone up and began tapping away on it.
A few moments passed before he gave her the answer, "it still says that it's expected by nine at night tomorrow."
"We're cutting it close with that one," (Y/N) commented, shaking her head at the verdict.
"We'll take our chances," Arthur assured her, making (Y/N) shrug in response. There wasn't much they could do now.
Silence fell again as (Y/N) got back to wrapping while Arthur kept busy searching the channels again. A handful of presents later, (Y/N) was standing from her spot on the floor. She groaned at the feeling of stiffness in her kneecaps (it always happened during these marathon wrapping sessions), and hissed at the aching as she slowly made her way over to where Arthur was laying.
"What's this?" he questioned as she came to lay in the sliver of space next to him on the couch. He then repositioned himself closer to the cushions so that she'd have more room before he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"I needed a break," she hummed, tucking her head into the crook of his neck and closing her eyes as she exhaled a content sigh. Arthur said nothing in response to her statement as he, too, was quite content with the sudden arrangement. "Do you hear that?" she asked him after they'd been snuggled up for a few moments.
"What?" Arthur responded with a question of his own.
"Nothing...absolute silence," she answered, her words making Arthur chuckle.
"It is weird not having two kids running about," he commented on the lack of craziness that blessed their home on a daily basis. Two kids under the age of seven normally called for that.
Another period of silence rang out, and the two basked in it. They simply enjoyed the feeling of being cuddled up together on the couch while time passed by slowly.
"You're really not going to get more stuff done?" Arthur asked after a good chunk of time had passed without any movement from either of them.
"We rarely get a silent night like this, let's enjoy it," she answered him, not even bothering to pull her face out of his neck.
"Maybe your parents should take the kids for a night around this time every year," he suggested then, his idea making the both of them laugh.
(Y/N) couldn't deny though that she really liked the sound of it. And that she was already considering pitching the idea of it becoming a tradition to both parties involved when they went to pick the children up tomorrow morning.
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Desperate Love Feast (RPG)
Genre: Akira Takaba
Genre: Horror
This was an old game that you might have seen a couple of years back or maybe on Manly's channel. I played this game so I could answer an ask I got about pixel based games, and although there were a lot of gaps in the game, I did have a good time playing it. According to my friend, it uses a lot of default assets, but I do think the horror aspect of the game is very much present in this game.
Since this is an RPG maker puzzle game, I'll briefly go over the general plot of the game and not actually the puzzles you have to go through. We start out with 14 year old Takuma waking up in what seems like a basement for our yandere, Chihiro. Takuma has lost his memories and goes throughout the house finding fragments to remember what happened to both him and Chihiro.
Chihiro was born in a cult and with his different colored eyes he was immediately deemed as cursed and locked in a basement. To deal with the loneliness he had, his mother gifted him a white dog whom he cherished and loved. However, due to this, his sister got jealous and tattled to his father that the dog had hurt her. The dad, angered by what happened, attempts to kill the dog, however, Chihiro is able to save the dog by murdering the dad. Fast forward a bit, and we see Chihiro outside where he finds a ball. It turns out that Takuma actually lost it and was happy that Takuma had found it. The two of them become fast friends with Chihiro developing a crush on him, and the two promise to meet at the park at the next day. Unfortunately, Takuma's sister gets sick and Takuma is forced to take care of her and miss his meeting with Chihiro. Chihiro, down trodden, returns home and soon after kills Takuma's family. At some point, he turns his own sister into a doll and kidnaps Takuma. There are a couple of different endings depending on Takuma's choices, ranging from being killed by the sister doll, killing Chihiro, and being cannibalized by Chihiro. The best ending requires befriending Chihiro's white dog, whom saves Chihiro from the sister doll. The sister doll attacks the dog, and Chihiro snaps her away. In the end, Chihiro commits suicide because he's realized he's gone too far and Takuma wakes up, with no memory of Chihiro but in his heart, he remembers him as he cries. There's also a teaser for their sequel game that was never made revolving around a man you see in the game that obtains a Satanic Book.
So the story itself is... not very clear, since it's told in a lot of pieces and has a lot of gaps in it. The gameplay itself is very reminiscent of older horror rpg games where you have to find different parts to solve the mystery of Takuma's memories. Personally, I don't think it was really necessary that Takuma suddenly gains amnesia since I feel like the game could have worked without it. Chihiro himself is a pretty tragic character, having been living in a cult family that really hated him and having Takuma as his only friend. Still, the fact that Chihiro only went about to kill his family was because of an unfortunate event with Takuma's sister getting sick, which is kind of oddly funny because they never communicated afterwards and Chihiro just straight up dropped Takuma after this event. The ending also didn't make all that much sense because it implies that everything that happened with Chihiro was a dream, despite the fact that after he wakes up, he's still an orphan and supposedly Chihiro was still the one that got them killed? So, I don't know how that works? It's also weird to me that Takuma and Chihiro are like 12 years old (maybe 14? I can't remember), so it's really weird that the two have like the mental capacity of a teenager. I honestly thought they were teenagers at least, but apparently they're both pretty young. It feels weird.
Chihiro as a yandere is pretty basic. He's in a not great family and only has Takuma as a friend/crush (something I feel that Takuma was not aware of at least in terms of the crush, but to be fair he's like 12). The only reason he ended up killing Takuma's family was for a kinda dumb reason that wasn't really Takuma's fault, because logically if your sibling is really sick, you probably don't want to leave them alone to meet your friend you met like a week ago, especially if you are a mature basically teenage 12 year old. I think it was tragic and unfortunate, but probably not enough to get your only friend's family murdered. He does have a yandere ending where he basically cannibalizes Takuma, which is something I haven't seen in a while (I think the last time played a game like that was maybe My Darling) which is pretty unique since I don't see it that much. But as a yandere, there's not a whole lot to say. I think he's fine though.
Still, I did find it pretty fun to play, even if it did have a confusing story and used basic assets. I'm super bad at these kinds of puzzle games and I was trying so hard to figure out how to get the rib to feed the dog, and as it turned out I just needed to view the dog outside of the cage without opening it? But the tutorial I was following really didn't make it all that clear, so I was very annoyed. Still, I don't normally play rpg maker games so this was a nice break from all of the visual novels I've been playing lately.
Anyways, if you're interested in this game and possibly other older games despite its semi confusing story, please give it a try!
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I’m really digging Malevolent so far, here are my reactions to the first 5 episodes.
Warning: it's super long and dumb
E1
“~And you call it madness ~ Ah but I call it love~” a bop
Off to a great start, our head’s haunted and our eyes have stopped working. Also the voice in our head started growling when we picked that book up. This is some demonic possession shit
The voice started out so soft and friendly like ‘hey buddy, I’m your friend. Just calm down’ and then it immediately gets pissed when Arthur start asking questions
“I have your eyes” disconcerting
And we murdered our partner… this is a great start to the podcast
Several shenanigans including hiding a dead body and almost killing a guy later
We learn that the thing in our head was sent to Arthur via book, it’s possessing our eyes so we’re dependent on it. There are other worlds caused by the choices each world makes and when a being or world dies it is sent to The Dark World where our creepy new friend is from. A junkyard for realities.
We also learn that it’s 1934 and that Arthur lives in Arkham ma. The same town Lovecraft wrote about….
Catchy little tune from the opening again except… the voice recognizes it and Arthur doesn’t… I’m going to remember that for later
Obligatory: someone else (wearing a white mask the voice recognizes) is after the cursed artifact that we’re in possession of and almost shoots us
Voice reveals that they don’t remember who they are before getting very angry at Arthur for basically trying to be a good detective even though he’s blind now. *Growl*
Oh and the previous tenant of our office left town in a hurry… great!
Oh creepy mask guy knows where we live… GREAT!
The last detective who worked in our office that we got our cases from had a partner who died horrifically… GREAT!!!
And I’m so happy to know that our dead partner Peter (RIP) felt like he was being watched in this creepy house when they were trying to find that dead girl
But at least the voice is nice enough to tell us it’s a sunny day, right?
Nah, he’s suspicious, why did he get so angry when Arthur mentioned not asking more questions about the dismembered dead girl. Why is this important to them?
Hidden bookshelf door!!! 10/10 podcast!!!!
That mural… a mass of black tentacles, wet mouths and writhing goats legs…I kinda want to draw it now
And if there was any doubt in my mind that this was going to be some Lovecraft shit, Arthur name drops The Miskatonic University
What are you, voice? How do you know the mural’s name?
“Arthur, I am not this creature” oh but you’re totally a completely different eldritch horror, aren’t you?
A second more secret, more evil basement
Oh… very bad things are going to happen to us
E2
I agree with Arthur, you got a cult! What are you!
You saying “I have your eyes still” like it’s a threat doesn’t instill confidence!
This conversation with the librarian makes me realize that if this were one of the older cosmic horror short stories, Arthur would be the weird stranger someone meets that kicks off the plot. You meet this guy that walks as if he can’t see but his eyes are clearly assessing everything around him. He leaves long pauses when he talks as if he’s listening for something and once he slips up and calls himself we while asking to see a cursed book on an old god because he’s researching a cult. Our boy is a weird dude and I wouldn’t be surprised if he gets chased by monster hunters in the future.
congrats, you've upgraded to homicide
Wait. waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait! "I can't feel my arm!" "No, but I can" Body Snatcher!
I have a very bad feeling about this new development and Arthur agrees but at least Voice doesn't seem to actually want our body. can't tell whether or not this is foreshadowing.
God I love the conversations that these two have about their situation and the possibility of them switching places. And who tf are you voice?
dice again? why?
out of everything, Accidental child acquisition was not something I was expecting
Are we being chased by goats right now?
That song again! and something terrible happens immediately after
I swear to god if this child is the antichrist I will eat aquarium gravel
E3
"Where's the car?" "All over the place" "And the driver?" "All over the place as well" add vehicular manslaughter to our list of crimes
with the creepy mansion this feels like a ttrpg side quest
Arthur speaks so softly about the baby
dice sounds again? maybe this is a ttrpg. Is it a meta thing and the writers are choosing story beats with them or is it part of the story?
I think this show solved the problem of visual descriptions in podcasts.
Normally a writer has three choices for this 1: make the characters describe their surroundings and appearances of other people which can sound a bit stilted and out of place since sighted people don't do that, 2: choose not to describe anything or anyone unless you have to which feels more real but sometimes means the audience has no idea what's going on, or 3: have the audio show told in something other than first person or present tense (It's a radio show, series of letters, phone calls, there's an omnipotent narrator, ect...)
But with a blind main character and a secondary character guiding them, there's an in-universe reason to describe the scene to us. we can see just as much as Arthur can so the voice is our eyes as well. It's brilliant!
maybe that's why I feel the need to use the word we while talking about this podcast, I feel like I'm inside Arthur's head.
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
one of the missing girls was an unnamed immigrant, was this polish family related to her?
This is some spooky ghost shit that I can appreciate
I feel like the choice to free or destroy will have ramifications for Arthur down the line
"I have to hope that any creature can be redeemed" Damn! careful, your insecurities are showing (luv this)
E4
Arthur is very sweet with the baby
probably not a good idea to bring a baby on our horror road trip anyway
Aww <3 he described the baby for Arthur, this is so sweet
This is too relatable. If I accidentally asked for a ride from the wrong truck and the driver said yes I would also get in anyway just to avoid being rude.
I feel like every new episode is just a different horror movie, this one feels like a hitchhiker slasher flick
Maybe the weird gas mask guy is nice actually? Maybe I'm just being too judgemental.
nope he's going to kill us
it's like a bad joke 'Two men who hear voices are on a road trip together'
there are four known fear responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, and Fawn. Arthur is a fawner, in times of danger he will become so polite that he will follow the serial killer into the creepy basement
first dice and now a coin flip I really hope this series has a Q&A
can he... hear us? is it something about sanity that brings you closer to these monsters? Oops never mind
"We need to get the fuck out of this basement now!" really Arthur? NOW YOUR CONCERNED!
Another Missing girl!
"Arthur, tell that voice in your head that my mother was not a whore" Literal chills
Arthur has been stabbed and Oh the tension is palatable!
Pros to bringing the severed head: We might get some answers. Cons to bringing the severed head: It's a rotting severed head.
Every time violence happens the voice gets very excited by the prospect of murder
Calamity follows these two wherever they go
Well Arthur is dead, that's the end of the podcast
"This too shall pass"
E5
Oh god not another voice. Fuck are we in jail!
Adam Fry
An asylum, if MoonKnight taught me anything it's that this is neither real nor harmless
the door feels oddly shaped... please don't be flesh
Oh that is not a human
"Wait did I tell you my name?" Oh god something was in our head and we just told it exactly where to go and who to find!
"We've been in a coma for over a month" I'm so excited to see how things can possibly get worse than this over the course of the podcast
At least our voice has a name now. Hello John, it's nice to meet you
That song again
Oh no... we're too late...so what killed her
Wait... I actually had to go back to listen to our confrontation with Eddie. Arthur did shoot him but I'm pretty damn sure that John strangling him is what finished the job... what game are you playing here, John?
Between the monster library book, Arthur dreaming of that otherworldly asylum, and these new visions I think that he might be slowly un-tethering from reality. Using these visions is tempting but I think John's right about this changing us. Let's see what the dead girl has to say
fingers
oh it's never good when the creature can see you through your visions
"It felt like he tricked us" "He wanted us to touch her" I am having all the bad feelings
"He can't come through"
"No"
"But?"
"But maybe other things can"
Not much to say about this next part there's a monster chasing our boys and I'm terrified. Good job podcast.
"It looks like foulness"
Ah yes when in doubt pull a Hansel and Gretel
John knows Robert Frost
Dice whenever we find something
We're being hunted, something has seen us, our lead is dead, and we need to find her diary to get some answers lets fucking go!
So far I am LIVING for everything going on here definitely going to keep listening
#malevolent#malevolent podcast#I was basically taking notes while listening#malevolent season 1#malevolent s1
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I don't know which of my mutuals are comfortable with it but I'm making a post for y'all right now to express my appreciation in a silly way and if you don't like it tell me how I can express it for you otherwise. Let me learn yalls love languages and let me love you.
Anyways here goes. (this got way too long so I'm putting it under the cut)
Mutuals, I am kissing you on the mouth (silly). I'm in love with you. We are going to the grocery/convenience store and buying candy and snacks and stuff. I'm making you dinner. I'm playing with your hair and giving you hugs. We are cuddling under a heated weighted blanket. We are baking cookies. You have eggs and sugar and fuzz in your hair and I pick it out like monkeys do with bugs. I'm giving you a blanket or my hoodie when you're cold. We're both too tired to cook so I'll trim the chicken and chop the veggies and you do the seasoning and the oven. We're trading life stories and getting high. We play with our OCs like dolls and watch cartoons or shitty TV. We sing along to old rock songs and sit in silence. We gush over our cute pets and plants you tell me which fictional character you want to screw the most. We make our own constellations with a bag of old glow-in-the-dark stars we found in the basement. We make stories about those constellations. We're dancing silly whiteboy bad style. We're battling with nerf guns and lightsabers. We put on noise cancelling headphones when the noisy ass cars are dragging down the street. We find the neighbor's outdoor cat (he escaped again) and pet him and take pictures. We're getting drunk and riding the bus home. Hopefully we don't get lost because we can't afford an uber. We go volunteering, maybe at the shelter, and we fantasize about adopting the animals that cling to us the most, or maybe the ones that are scared and hiding from us because we want them to not be scared anymore.
You're a mother struggling to get her stroller out the bus door so I pick up the other end to help you out. You thank me with a smile and I get back on the bus because this isn't my stop but I love you and your kid and your kid's otter stuffie. You're strangers to me.
We get heart-shaped swag glasses from the condom manufacturer's tent at the pride parade festival thing. We trade lipsticks and I do your eyebrows.
We go to an empty movie theatre and talk and dance and get separate popcorn because you always add too much butter.
I give you the yellow skittles because they're your favorite and my least favorite.
We go to a haunted house and you squeeze my hand when you get to scared and I make a joke to make it a little less scary.
I go through old jewelry boxes during spring cleaning and find a bracelet I know you would love. Maybe you don't wear it but you keep it anyways because you know I love you.
There's a hairdye stain on the shower curtain from when we got a little too wild. It won't come out in the wash and I'm glad.
I sew patches on your jacket and you buy me lunch.
You help me pack up my things. There's not enough room in my new apartment for all my stuffed animals. I give you my giant Squirtle because it's your favorite and I know you'll take good care of him.
You break your favorite coffee mug. I don't have real gold but I glue it back together and paint the seams with glitter kintsugi style. It won't hold water anymore so it sits on your desk holding your pens.
We go to the thrift store - I try on a silly hat and learn the hard way that the ribbon on it is held in place by sharp pins.
It's cold out and we don't have gloves so I hold your hands and try to warm them up with my own. The bus is late and it's raining and cold so we wait in the 7/11 and hope the bus takes its time.
You're clawing your way out of a rough patch but your room is a disaster so I help you clean it. You're embarrassed by the sheer amount of instant food wrappers and dirty dishes on the floor but I don't mind.
You call me drunk because your date ditched you and you don't feel safe heading home alone. I pick you up with icecream and a movie and we watch it in our pajamas. You don't want to wash the makeup off your face so I bribe you with a fancy face scrub and we treat ourselves well for the night.
We play old videogames we've had for years that are only fun together. We go out stargazing. You're nervous about a date and I help you pick out an outfit and hype you up for it. If your partner doesn't treat you well I threaten to kick their ass even though we both know I'd lose in a fight. I might just do it anyways.
We go to the skatepark and I try to learn to skateboard. It's not going well. We mostly sit at the top of the ramp and talk. I tell you about a game you don't really like but I do and you tell me about a band I don't like but you do and we listen to each other. We disagree on things and we have our own opinions and we're people but we love each other and we talk nice and hanging out is fun.
I text you after months of not talking and we get coffee together. We're still friends and we're still in love.
I tell you that I'm in love with you and you know I mean it. I love you as a sibling, a friend, a stranger, a mentor. I love you and I want you to know that. I love you and I want to do all these things with you. I love you and I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. I love you and I'll love you tomorrow and I'll love you when we're strangers again.
I hope this makes sense. I'm rambling now. I'm trying to remind myself that I'm in love with things.
Remember that you love things, too. I think it helps.
#to summarize:#we are silly and we are humans and we are in love and we do things#we hang out and help each other and be happy#and that is enough#i feel like i should tag this as something but i don't know what
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AITA for not killing a child abuser on the spot?
So I (31 M) recently became a vampire on accident, which has been very confusing for me. The local underground vampires union (4 sad 300+ yr old men in a basement cavern) reached out to me because I was being kind of obvious with my kills and helped me get my shit sort of in order. I've been trying to maintain the few human connections and relationships I have left, and in their own way, those 4 weirdos have helped me to do that.
Recently, however, one of them, Laurynas (1500+? M), who is a bit cryptic anyway and almost never shows up to regular meetings, told us he was going to leave the continent for a while and dropped in with his "wards". I knew he had a longer history with another member, Mavius (400sM) and Mavius's "sister" Hélène (400sF) but I had never known exactly what that history was. I'd never met Hélène and had been told she wasn't fond of any of our members. However, shortly after I got to Laurynas's emergency meeting, she showed up and tried to kill him? Which I didn't fully understand at first. Laurynas knocked her out and then Mavius came down with the "wards".
The wards are human children. He has two of them. They looked miserable. At first I was super confused as to why he had them in his custody at all, I just knew it was nothing good, and I suddenly understood why Hélène had tried to attack him. Before I could fully recover from the shock of the information, Laurynas bid his farewells and left. They're probably halfway to Europe by now.
It was only after they left that I got the full story. Laurynas kidnaps vulnerable children and raises them into their mid-thirties before turning them into vampires. He did the same to Mavius and Hélène, who were raised side by side but have very different opinions on it. I tend to share Hélène's alarm and disgust, whereas Mavius is complacent and thinks it was better he was housed and fed than left to die. One of the other two members of the union, Bonefey, is of the same mind as Hélène and I. But now those girls are across the ocean with him, and there's nothing I can do.
I can't stop feeling guilty. As soon as I saw them, as soon as I felt something off, I should have tried to stop him. It's eating away at me. I NEED to help them, but I just don't know how, and Mavius is feeling all insulted that Bonefey and I are so enraged by his and his "siblings'" upbringing.
AITA for not doing something then? How can I make it right?
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: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
06: How do you want to die
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
It's complicated. (TW: long story, verbal abuse, disability, fighting)
My mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis when I was 9. Not only did she also lose her job during the recession that time, but she and my dad also got divorced. That was such a shitty time for us all, but it was what started a big change in our lives. I had to step up and be a caretaker for my mom when I was still a kid. The more her condition worsened, the more I had to help with. I make sure her house is clean, my fiance and I pay the rent since she can't work, and I have to play the role of parent now. It hurts because it feels like I lost my mom. I can't go cry to her about life because I'm expected to step up and be strong for her. M.S. has also affected her mental health and she has a lot of ups and downs. Her frustrations and irrational anger gets thrown at me and we end up fighting sometimes because it's not possible to communicate with her. I love my mom dearly and we have so many happy memories, but it's hard to not have the person I once knew.
My dad is a bit odd. He comes from a family where teasing is shown as affection, and you're seen as a killjoy if you don't like it. He also wasn't very helpful to my mom when she was pregnant with me. Don't get me wrong, he worked hard to provide and all that but he also had a short fuse that led to a lot of verbal abuse. I still remember him screaming at my mother accusing her and me of not loving him or respecting him. She was cowering in the corner the whole time. He ended up re-marrying when they divorced and it was painfully obvious he loved his "new" family more. He'll deny it, but I know he wanted a son, not a daughter. He was there for all my step-brother's events but complained or flaked out on mine. Whenever he had me for weekends I had to sleep on an air mattress in the basement. I didn't even get my own room. Plus, that's where my stepbrother kept his drums. If he or my stepmom was in a shitty mood over something small I did, he'd call me a brat and send me home to mom. He even once drove me three hours back home halfway during a family vacation because he thought I was ruining the fun everyone was having (I just wanted to rest in my room and not stay up late playing games). It was so hard, and I held a lot of resentment for him abandoning my mother when she was diagnosed. We had a HUGE fight when I was 15 and we went to family therapy over it. Nowadays I just sometimes meet him for dinner to catch up or we go to family weddings or holiday events.
Both of them just feel like strangers now. I see my grandparents as my true parents since they've done so much for me and love me so dearly. I also love my stepdad like a real father too.
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
I do, but not just romantic ones. I think platonic soulmates are real too. Just someone you feel so genuinely happy with and you want to explore the highs and lows and unknown parts of life together. Something beautiful to share.
06: How do you want to die?
Is it cliche if I say "in my sleep"? I just don't want to be in fear of the end or in pain. I want to feel like I'm just going to sleep and dream, and have it be that. I think that's a reasonable thing to want.
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Tell me a story about Squall Leonhart looking at vanilla extract.
Three elements seem essential to me here. I'll list them in ascending order of descriptive complexity.
1. Beyond the miraculous -- no homogeneity, no proper motion. Our experience of invariant motion is so normalized to us that it is easy to forget how the background field of inertial reference would feel if it were really there -- so easy, and so easy to underestimate just how powerful an impression it would leave.
2. Looming -- perhaps beyond us, and yet not away from us. The mere fact that the scale looks right, that one can comfortably locate oneself within a solar system -- just the fact of this seems like a promise, almost. An invitation to trespass? To look for friendly faces? To gaze upward, in a childlike way, at the heavens and imagine them alive?
3. Profound. Because there is so little there. Because we do not see it clearly. Because what we see is clean. The great features of a sky full of stars tell us they are out there, but since there are no lightyears, there is no scale for the stars to remind us of how far they are from us. Except in the sense that the moon feels like a sofa a few times the width of Earth, and the stars feel like sofas of all possible sizes.
I have a program I'm trying out. It's very young, and not promising at the moment. I call it "beyond the miraculous -- looming -- profound." Do you see the pattern, even?
It's more than a thesis. I've known about it, even without consciously recognizing it as a thesis, since I was a child. Its appeal -- now, that is something new, something I can feel in my gut.
3b. Squall Leonhart looks up at the solar system in the basement of his parents' house.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
I feel the need to say something. "I can't explain it," comes out. Maybe I should have written it down. But it's one of the oldest arguments I know, the oldest foundational argument there is, and I can see it on the bookshelf -- I know you have it, I tell her. I've read the argument. "You have all that on your bookshelf."
She looks, and sees nothing.
"Where's the proof?"
Well, I can't explain it. But -- I have seen it, and you don't. There's no proof here but the proof that I've seen it, which you won't believe. Do you want to be more specific about what you don't believe? Because I can listen, and try to find a proof I can give you."
All that came out is a heap of something, and I could feel it piling up on the shelf, right alongside the solid things. The pile is as unstable as it is new, I know, but I can't suppress the feeling of gratitude at having finally found the words for it. I'm trying to say it right, so that you will want to make room on the shelf for it. I want the words to mean something to you, and I want to know if I've found them.
That feeling is much older. It is one of the first feelings I remember, one that lives in the bedrock of my personhood. The feeling of getting the words right -- what else is life made of?
I didn't know it at the time, but there was a doorway opening up here. Behind it was all of the world. I had wanted someone to open a doorway -- you know I had. And there it was, right now, if I could only keep the words, and keep looking for ones that meant something.
No, there was one more part of it.
3c. The sweet taste of vanilla extract in my mouth, and the short arc of its trace down my throat. My tongue moving to catch the faint aftertaste of the extract, and closing itself behind it.
3c'. John Egbert's fifth birthday party.
3d. I am standing in the yard, next to the giant pile of candy the kids received as party favors. My cousin, who is several years older, is explaining that my mother has made me eat a bunch of this shit because she doesn't want to deal with it later.
I am a strange child. I am almost four, which is ancient -- older than most of the other kids here -- but no one told me not to play with them, or to stay on the grass, or any of the things they are told, when I am much younger. I mostly ignore them, except to try to participate in their games, when I have no idea what is happening. They all know that I am strange, because I talk differently, and ask a lot of questions, and did not know how to tie my shoelaces when I was four years old. They do not know that I am old, and merely perceive me as simply strange.
I am offered a choice: if I want, I can drop one piece of candy into a jar with a hole in the bottom, which will be my "prize." There will be another one later, but it will be for a slightly less valuable prize. I decline.
3d'. Squall Leonhart meets his great-uncle.
There is a jar on the shelf above the bed, in his room. I want to understand it, somehow. There is a story that goes with the jar, that I feel is somehow connected, but I do not know.
"Nephew," the great-uncle's voice says, in his room, near the jar, "how old are you?"
I do not know.
"Thirty-five," he says, and I am thirty-five, and my life is long, and I sit on the grass in front of my house. There are other adults, and children, but we are not celebrating anyone's birthday, and there is no party, and there is no jar.
In front of me, there is a jar, the jar. There is a story, a part of which is inside the jar, and the jar is full of the candy the kids received.
All of this is new to me. It is all coming together now. I have no idea how the pieces fit together. They feel right, and I want to trust that there is meaning there.
This is not a story you are used to hearing. I'm sorry.
3d''. John Egbert's fifth birthday party, as seen by a psychic from 7000 years in the future.
The tribe has arrived. They have brought gifts.
John is proud of his new sling. He has learned to use it. He has practiced many hours, even after sunset.
He wants to show it off. He asks his father if it is safe to fire the sling in the house. His father nods. John releases the stone, and the sling flies apart.
John is small, and cannot see very far. He is excited, but wonders if his target is too far away.
John runs to the target. The target is undamaged. John is overjoyed.
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Chapter 9 Starting Life in Hawkins
Warning - Swearing, very much sticking to script in this one as a gap filler. Can't change too much seeing as this is how we find more info about Vecna and Max's links to Chrissy and Fred
Word Count - 1.7k
Chapter 9
“It was here. It was right here.” Max points at the wall of the corridor. Nancy and Robin had finally gotten to the school and we were all standing staring at the empty wall behind Max.
“A grandfather clock?” I ask. Max nods.
“It was so real. As I got closer, I suddenly woke up.”
In that room when Max went into a trance, we couldn’t get her to respond to us. We were shaking her and screaming her name. It was like what Eddie had said that happened to Chrissy.
We walked back into Ms Kelly’s office. Max explained to us what she had noticed between the similarities between Chrissy and Fred’s files. How they kept getting really bad headaches, and they kept having visions of past traumas. These visions kept getting worse and worse until eventually it ended. Vecna’s curse.
Max was close to tears. “Chrissy’s headaches started 7 days ago. Fred 6 days ago.” She started to trail off. “I’ve been having headaches for 5 days now. I don’t know how long I have. All I know is Chrissy and Fred died less than 24 hours after their first vision and I just saw that god damn clock so looks like I’m going to die tomorrow.” She waved her hands in the air, trying to be strong and fight back tears.
A noise from the hallway broke the silence. Steve grabbed a lamp as a weapon and we all slowly walked into the hallway to investigate. The sound was getting louder. Suddenly, Lucas appeared almost getting hit with the lamp as Steve swung it.
“AHHHHHH” We all screamed.
“It's me! It’s me!” Lucas pleaded with arms in the air.
“Jesus Christ Sinclair! What are you doing?! I almost took you out with this thing!” Steve shouted while pointing at the lamp.
“I was biking for 8 miles…trying to get here…one sec. Shit” Lucas was out of breath, exhausted, trying to compose himself to explain. “We’ve got a code red.”
I was shaking after Lucas explained how Jason and his gang were hunting Eddie. He explained how he gave them a false location to search and how he hoped to have bought some time. Eddie was in trouble. If they found him they were going to tear him from limb to limb. They never liked him and Jason was a cruel jerk who was going insane with grief.
We made our way back to Nancy’s house to have a look at what her and Robin had found at the library. An article about Victor Creel. From the story his family had died in similar circumstances to Chrissy and Fred. Victor was the only known survivor. He was the only one who would know how to beat this curse.
“If El opened the gate, how did Vecna get through in the 50’s?” I ask.
“And why now?” Adds Lucas.
“And why them? What ,he pops out in the 50’s, kills one family and then like pfftt I’m good and just disappears to return 30 years later to kill some teens.” Steve flops down.
Dustin trying to think of answers. He looks up at Max. She's sitting at a desk on the far wall, writing, letter after letter. “Any idea what she's writing?” Dustin whispers to Lucas. He just shrugs.
The door to the basement swings open. Nancy and Robin come running down the stairs clutching some folders. “We have a plan.”
They have undergone some fake identities and are going to talk their way into meeting at the psychiatric home in Pennhurst to try and talk to Victor. Steve flips when he finds out he’s not going with them and follows Nancy upstairs arguing with her why he isn’t going with them.
“I know you guys are staring at me.” Max finally says which makes myself, Dustin and Lucas jump and try to look like we are in the middle of something else.
She starts handing out letters. She hands me one as well. It’s addressed to myself and Eddie. “Don’t read it now. It’s a fail safe. What I want to say to you all if things don’t go how we want.”
“Max, you can’t think like this.” I protest but she shoots me down.
“I’m tired of everyone pretending like everything is going to be ok and that we can stop this. You saw what happened to Chrissy and Fred. No one could help them. Eddie tried but he failed.” She looked at me, both of our eyes threatening to overspill with tears.
“You’ll need to get back to Eddie soon won’t you?” She shakes her head trying to change the subject.
“Max, I’m here for you right now.” I softly say.
She looks round to Mike’s cerebro that has been left on the table while he’s in California. “This will still reach Pennhurst if we go to East Hawkins right?” She asks Dustin.
Steve walks back into the basement. “Wait, why are we talking about East Hawkins?” We all look at him. “No, no, no, no.” He protests.
Max is now storming out to Steve’s car, all of us following behind her. “Max, Max seriously, I’m not joking. I’m not driving you anywhere.”
“Steve, if you think I’m going to spend what could be the last day of my life in Mike Wheeler's armpit of a basement, then you are out of your mind. So either take me where I need to go or you’re going to have to tie me down, which is technically kidnapping of a minor and if I live to see another day, I swear to god I will prosecute.” She tries the door handle of the car but it’s locked.She looks at me, then at Steve. “Open the door.”
“Err no.” Steve shoots her down instantly.
“I know a good lawyer.” The sternest look crossing her face.
“Steve, just open the door.” I tell him. He looks around and sighs.
“Henderson, your walkie talkie better reach Pennhurst.” He sighs and gets in the car.
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Back at the trailer park we wait for Max to come back to Steve’s car. I spot my dad and duck down. I can’t have him asking questions. “Shit Max needs to hurry up.” I curse.
“You could always stay here you know, not get yourself further into the rabbit hole with this or the freak Munson.” says Steve.
“Shut up Harrington.” I kick the driver's seat which makes him jolt forward. “Just like how you would do anything for Nancy, I would do anything for Eddie.” I hiss.
Max comes storming back. “Are you ok?” Asks Lucas.
“Just get in the car and drive” curses Max.
It's a long uncomfortably quiet ride to the cemetery. Max requested to go here after the trailer park. None of us could argue with her. She obviously had her sights set on something that she needed to do to put her mind at ease. She got out of the car and told us to wait. Lucas climbed out and chased after her.
“He still loves her, doesn't he.” I say to Dustin.
“Is it that obvious?” Dustin jokes. Things look heated between them but Lucas just wants to protect Max, like how I want to protect Eddie.
Max walks off towards a grave and leaves Lucas standing there watching after her.
From a distance I can see she sits down by a grave, unfolds a letter. I can just about see her lips moving as she is reading the letter out loud.
“Is that Billy’s grave?” I ask. Dustin and Steve slowly nod.I can’t even imagine what is written in that letter.
Steve looks at his watch. “She’s had enough time, I’m going to get her.” He starts to storm over. I grab his arm.
“Just give her some time.” I say to him.
“Look if she wants to get a lawyer, let her.”
As we approach Max she is still sitting on the ground staring ahead.
“Come on Max, we gotta go now.” Steve says approaching her. He stops, the look of shock fills his face and he looks at me in horror.
Max’s eyes have glazed over white and she is looking blankly ahead. We are calling her name but she doesn’t respond. “MAX WAKE UP!” we are shouting and clapping our hands in her face. I look over to the car where I can see Dustin and Lucas standing up straight looking over concerned, trying to figure out what is happening. They sprint over to us. Hearts in their mouths. I can hear blood pumping in my ears. Panic rising. Feeling the fear that Eddie must have felt that night in his trailer. We are all screaming her name trying to wake her. “CALL NANCY AND ROBIN” I scream to Dustin.
Dustin is running back to the car and I can hear him screaming ‘Code Red’. No one seems to answer at first, it feels like hours pass when really it's only seconds. Seconds that we can’t spare though.
Dustin starts running back with Max’s walkman and a load of tapes in arm. “We need to play her favourite song!”
“Why?!” Lucas shouts.
“It’s too much to explain right now! WHAT’S HER FAVOURITE SONG!” Dustin screams.
Lucas shuffles through the tapes on the ground and finds the one he’s looking for - Kate Bush. I grab the tape and put it in the walkman turning the volume up as high as it would go as Dustin puts the headphones on Max’s head. I snap down the play button.
She starts floating up into the air. High up in the air above our heads we look up screaming her name. Pure panic is taking over us. Tears stream down my face. This is the terror Eddie felt. Unable to do anything but watch in this moment. Our efforts seem to have no effect. Helplessly we are standing below her, unable to reach. Her body suddenly jolts back into life and she falls to the ground. We catch and cradle her as she hits the ground.
Lucas sobbing into Max “I thought we lost you.”
“I’m still here.” Max pants trying to calm herself down.
I turn to Steve, “Do you believe Eddie now? Cos I certainly fucking do.” He envelopes me in a hug, holding me tight trying to control our shaking. My arms hug around his torso sealing our new friendship and mutual understanding.
“I need to get back to Eddie.” My voice muffled by tears and Steve's shirt. Steve squeezes me tight in response.
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