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Warnings: angst, talks of a miscarriage, body image, talks of difficulty staying pregnant, mention of what is technically a still-birth, depression, suicidal thoughts, self-medicating, accidental suicide attempt, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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Part 2 for "Love Thorns All Over This Rose"

I decided to make this be longer than just two part, so this'll be a sort of mini-series

I just want to leave another TW here: if you have ever suffered through a miscarriage or any type of child loss, please proceed with caution. I do heavily talk about how Y/N feels after suffering through that and do talk about her feeling like a failure of a woman and other things. I just want everyone to know that if you feel triggered by that, I apologize and I don't want anyone to be upset over what I wrote

I also want to say that I personally have never gone through. What I write in this, is purely based off of what I have read in other fics or stories as well as seen people talk online. I am trying not to offend anyone and if I do in any of the part that I talk about those things; I severely apologize.

Reminder that Alfred is dead in this so that's why he isn't here!

The POV here still isn't really consistent. It jumps between being with the Batkids, Bruce, and Y/N's. I tried to make it flow though so hopefully that works!

Reminder that Bruce and Y/N's ages don't matter (I'm not in the mood to deal with that) but; Dick is 31 (and married to Kori but that's not too important), Jason is 25, Tim is 22, Damian is 15, Cass is 24, and Steph is 23

Also a reminder that I also am not too familiar with Duke, so that is why he isn't there much. Mostly just mentioned

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

All that he knew was that he walked in on his dad doing CPR on his mom.

That was all he knew.

That was all Dick knew.

3 Months Ago

Y/N tightened her grip around her purse, the people were following her too closely. She knew this. The light was still out, she kept reminding her that. Kept telling herself that no one would try to kidnap her in broad daylight.

But oh how wrong she was.

She should have known better. She grew up in Gotham. She should have known better.

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Now

Three days had passed since everything happened. Bruce had refused to leave the hospital. He wondered if it was from guilt of not being there for her other times. Or if he was just filling in his obligation as a husband. Or maybe...maybe Dick was right and he was just doing all he could to preserve his image.

But none of that mattered. Bruce was staying until she woke up. Because she had to wake up. He had to show her that he still cared. That he still loved her. That he knows...he knows how much of a horrible person he has been to her for the past month.

He had to make sure she knew that he regretted it. Every word he said to her that night.

But every sign scared him. They had already had to resuscitate her since getting here. The tube was stuck down her throat, helping her to breathe. Nurses looking at him with pity, making him feel foolish for holding out hope that she would be okay. With every look that they gave him, there was a sort of emptiness and despair settling into his stomach.

Almost as if he agreed with them.

But he couldn't. He couldn't be agreeing with them. It wouldn't be useless holding out hope that she would be okay.

He ran his thumb over her palm, his eyes glancing up her arm and body until they landed on the raised skin on her collarbone. His hand that wasn't holding hers, come up to run over it. One of the many reminders of what happened 3 months ago.

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3 Months Ago

Y/N woke up groggily. Her head was pounding and she felt like she had been dropped from a tall building. She blinked, trying to see something, anything, but as her eyes opened, she wished she could go back to seeing nothing.

She was sure that she was in the sewers. The damp and musky smell with the sound of water dripping down the old stone walls and floors around her made her all too aware of where she was. She tried swallowed any saliva, but her mouth was dry. Tears pricked her eyes from pain as she carefully pushed herself up.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she gingerly touched her stomach. Involuntarily, her own body flinched back from her touch. She felt her air catch in her throat as she felt nothing moving. In the past month or so, her baby had been moving all the time, leading her on to many sleepless nights.

Deep down, she knew. She knew that her baby was dead. And she knew that there was nothing to be done about it.

She jumped back as she heard the sound of shoes pounding against the damp stones. She tried to move away from the only place that someone could come from, but with her hands and legs being tied together, it was harder than expected. She slipped slightly, her side hitting the stone hard.

Three men, with honestly average builds, stalked into the area. She breathed raggedly as she watched them continue towards her. She tried to push away as one grabbed her arm and forcibly pulled her up, a yelp of surprise and pain left her mouth as she was pulled to her feet.

These three men were normal. They weren't some goons or some chemically induced maniacs. They were normal.

And maybe that scared her more.

One of the men, who she assumed was the leader, walked up to her, knife raised. Her eyes darted between him, his associates, and the knife. Any self-defense training that Bruce had taught her, flew out the window as she stood before these men.

"When the situation arises, you'll remember what to do."

That was what Bruce had always told her. But here she was. In the situation and nothing was showing up in her mind as what she was supposed to do.

She leaned back as the guy leaned in but the one with the grip on her arm moved one of his hands to hold her head and make her look at him. She shook as she felt the knife against her collarbone.

A small whimper of pain left her mouth as she felt the knife push deeper, deep enough that it would scar over, before she was pushed back to the ground. The one with the knife gave her a sadistic smile before hoarsely whispering, "We're going to make sure Bruce Wayne finds you dead."

She stared in near terror as she held her hand over where they had sliced and watched as they left just as quickly as they had came.

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Now

Jason stood in a corner away from Y/N's body. Even with the tube gone, she still didn't wake up. Although she had made some developments...some in the past 8 days that she had been in here and everyone had convinced Bruce to go home and get some proper sleep. So now here Jason was, standing in a room where the woman he had allowed to become his mom was laying still.

But he stayed away from her body.

Something he didn't say often was just how scared he can get. He remembers each time he's been absolutely terrified. When Bruce, well Batman, caught him stealing the wheels to the Batmobile. When he was stuck in that warehouse and Bruce didn't make it in time. When he saw Y/N again for the first time since his "death" and he thought that she would hate him for what he had done. When she was taken. Those words he heard Bruce hurling at Y/N.

And right now.

Jason was keeping his composure, but inside, he was a trembling and terrified child. A kid who just needed to know his mom was going to be alright.

Inside, he knew exactly how Damian was feeling.

But as he stared at her body, his mind couldn't stop drifting, remembering what he had heard that night 4 weeks ago. All he could do was wonder what would have happened if maybe, just maybe, he had gotten angry at Bruce for what he heard.

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4 Weeks Ago

It was nearly 2 AM when Jason was going to sneak out of the Manor. Technically, it was easy to do, well...it was once he got passed Bruce and Y/N's room. So, he was as silent as he could be as he passed by. But he stopped in his tracks as he heard the voices from behind the cracked door.

Now, Jason wouldn't say he was noisy. But don't all kids stop and listen whenever they hear their parents arguing?

But they weren't arguing. No. He had heard that before. This wasn't it. This was different.

And it scared him.

He stood by the door as Bruce's voice got louder: "--Well I'm sorry that I'm not here anymore Y/N! But can you fucking blame me?"

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Her voice was low, warning him to think before he spoke.

"You didn't pay attention and got taken. You and your inability to pay attention to your surroundings got our baby killed."

She sucked in a breath, "You think I don't blame myself already, Bruce? Do you think that I don't wonder what would have happened if I just hadn't gone out that day?"

"Please, this doesn't affect you. You're perfectly fucking fine."

"Because I have to be!" She nearly screamed, "One of us has to be a parent to everyone else in this home and we both know it won't be you!"

"They aren't even your kids, Y/N, why do you--"

A loud slap echoed and Jason's hand went over his mouth as he continued to listen.

"Those kids are mine. I am the one who helped raise them. I am the one who has made sacrifices for them! You haven't done shit for them, ever." She let out a choked back laugh, "All I did was ask for you to be here with me, to understand what I am feeling and going through. But of course, you don't understand anything."

"I understand that you killed our baby."

"No Bruce. Those men came after me to hurt you. You are the reason I was taken and lost our baby. But sure," Her voice started to break, "Go on. Blame me. I'm used to you doing that anyways.

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Now

Jason breathed shakily as he grabbed his helmet and stormed out of the room. He knew Dick would be there soon with Damian anyways and he had to get out of there.

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Dick watched as Damian laid curled into Y/N's side. Bruce was, miraculously, still sleeping as he and Damian snuck out to the hospital. He didn't do it much for himself as he did it for Damian, he knew that the kid had a sort of...guilt that he could have done something.

Not that Dick could say anything against that. He felt guilty as well.

Y/N was his mom. He was the oldest son. He should have protected her, that was his job. Dick was the protector. He was always supposed to protect everyone. Y/N and even Bruce included. He already had been in this situation before. The immense guilt of failing to protect Y/N.

He remembers what he thought that first time he was here. Remembers the guilt of already failing to keep Alfred alive and not wanting to fail Y/N.

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3 Months Ago

Dick ran through the sewers, trying to find Y/N. Two days had passed since she had gone missing. All of them had lost sleep trying to find her and now they were searching the sewers for where she could be. He felt like a failure, a bad kid, all because he didn't

He stopped in his tracks as he heard her labored breathing. He turned in the direction that he heard the breathing, his own getting caught in his throat when he saw her laying in the fetal position.

"Mom." He breathed out, rushing to kneel by her side. He gently grabbed her face and looked at her, tears pooling in his eyes. "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He failed. Guilt filling with him. Guilt of failing Alfred and now her.

He was a failure and he knew that.

"You-you're not a--"

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Now

"--A failure."

He stopped and looked at Y/N, his eyes wide. "Mom?"

Her head was turned to the side, a small look of gentle concern on her face. "You're not a failure Dick." She whispered through a hoarse voice, "You didn't fail anyone. Especially not me."

But he shook his head. He did. Not once. But twice. First being after she was taken and now this.

"Dick, stop that. The only person here that failed was me."

He got up and angrily wiped the tears from his eyes, "But I-I just...you never--"

Her hand shakily came up to touch his face, "I'm the one who failed sugar. I should've..."

She stopped, hand leaving his to rub her neck. Out of instinct of all the times waking up from injuries, he grabbed her the bottle of water he had grabbed earlier. Unscrewing the lid, he gently brought it to her lips and she quickly took a gulp of it.

After a moment, she gently held his wrist. "Dick, look at me and believe me when I tell you that it's not your fault. You did nothing wrong." Her grip tighten on his wrist for a moment, "You or your siblings." She glanced over at Damian, her arm wrapped around the kid who was now sleeping. "You all had nothing that you could do." She looked back at him, "Everything that happened, that I did, was nothing to do with you kids. It um...it--"

"Has to do with dad?"

She nodded silently before breathing shakily, "I know Jason heard what Bruce and I said. Ahd I um...I assume that--"

He stopped her, his head shaking. "He didn't tell us anything."

"Oh." She sucked in a breath, "Let's just say, both your father and I say things that we shouldn't have. Not saying they weren't truthful...that deep down we didn't mean each and every word that passed our lips...but you kids aren't to blame."

Dick swallowed hard, "Why did you do it mom?"

Her hand fell from his wrist and she looked away, out to the window. "You don't understand how I felt after everything--"

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6 Weeks Ago

Y/N silently stared out the window. Her hands mindlessly moving up and down her now flatter stomach. She felt disgusting and like a failure. A failure as a wife and as a mother and...as a woman. She was hurting. Not physically, sure her entire body was in pain, but mentally, she was in much more pain.

Her head snapped as she heard the door open. She saw Bruce standing at the door, an almost uncomfortable look on his face. She shakily looked away, ashamed to even look at him.

She heard his almost scoff, "Y/N, come on. You need to talk about it."

She looked at him slightly before whispering with a strained voice, "So do you."

"Y/N, I didn't...nevermind." She looked away again as he walked further in, "Doctors said that you'll be able to leave soon. By the end of the week at most."

She nodded, "Alright." Her voice nearly numb and void of emotion. She turned her head to him, "You always gonna hate me now?"

Bruce sighed, "I don't...I don't hate you."

"Why not?" Her words started to lace with their own venom, "I lost our baby. Because I'm such a..."

He shook his head, "Don't finish that sentence. You are not a failure baby. It wasn't your fault. None of what happened was your fault. You weren't gonna know that someone was going to come after you.

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Now

"Y/N?" She felt herself freeze when she heard the voice. She kept her eyes everywhere but at the door. She didn't want to see him. Not here. Not now. "Dick can you--"

"Mom doesn't want to see you."

"Dick you don't--"

"Dick it's okay." She whispered, looking at her oldest. "Take Damian down to the food court, force him to eat some junk."

"Mom--"

"Go." She whispered before he silently nodded and grabbed the younger boy, starting to carry him out of the room. She weakly gripped the blanket, "Why are you here?"

"Can I not visit my wife."

She shook her head, "I am not your wife, Bruce." She looked at him angrily, "You're the one who served the fucking papers."

"And I can't--"

"Bruce, you told me that the only reason you were letting me stay in the manor was for the kids. Was so that Damian didn't have to losing another person." She breathed angrily, "You stopped loving me, not the other way around. You're only here to keep up appearances that you are a loving and devoted husband." She leaned forward in his direction, "But I know exactly what you are."

"And what's that?" He challenged.

"A selfish coward who only cares for himself and his image."

He shook his head, "I'm sorry that I made you think so lowly of me."

Tears burned her eyes, "Get out."

"Y/N--"

"Get out, Bruce. Now."

He stood and started for the door, momentarily stopping to look at her. "I still love you, I know what I did and what I said shows otherwise, but all I ask for is one more chance and I'll prove it to you."

Her lip quivered for a moment before she whispered out, "Tell the nurses I woke up."

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bellaxgiornata · 20 days

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OMG—I wanna ask the boys for sure—what is their inner animal (respectively) that THEY think they have versus what you think for them, vs what they would assign for each other???

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#letthechaosbegin

If you wanted chaos with this internal dialogue, you certainly found it 😅 The moment I read this ask, two of the boys immediately started causing trouble which is why it took a bit to get this answered 😆 As always, it's below the cut because this was long.

Bella: Welcome back to another round of ASK THE BOYS!!

Matt, muttering under his breath: Always got to yell that now, don't you?

Frank, roughly elbowing Matt on the couch: Let the lady have her fun, would ya?

Michael, ignoring the pair beside him: What's the question this time, pet?

Bella, glancing down at her phone: Looks like a multi-part question dealing with what your inner animals are.

Frank, eyes narrowing: Inner animal?

Bella: Yeah, and it looks like they want to know what I think each of you are, what you think your inner animal is, and then what you think each others’ inner animal is.

Frank, chuckling to himself: This'll be good.

Michael: Why don't ya start us off then, pet? Might need a minute to think.

Bella: Okay, well. I guess for Frank I'd say timber wolf. The Punisher gives me lone wolf vibes, but before that you used to be a part of a pack–whether it was your family or your Marine unit. And timber wolves typically mate for life, too, which screams loyal to me. I think you're a pretty loyal person–and pretty damn terrifying if someone messes with those you care about. So yeah. Wolf vibes all around.

Frank, nodding: Alright. Guess I can see that.

Bella: And for Matt, since he gives cat vibes, I'd say a leopard. Specifically a black panther. They're solitary animals, very territorial, and they're great climbers. Sort of like how you work alone, defend Hell’s Kitchen specifically despite it being such a small area, and you climb buildings like nobody's business. Plus, you know, the black suit and all.

Matt, grinning: Better than what I thought you'd pick.

Bella: And as for Mikey, well, I get grizzly bear vibes.

Michael, rolling his eyes: Is this a reference to the beard and chest hair again?

Bella, shaking her head: Not exactly, though now that you mention it–

Michael, mumbling: Figures…

Bella: No, wait! Hear me out. Grizzly bears are actually not aggressive unless provoked or caught off guard, otherwise they kind of mind their own business and want to be left alone. But obviously they'll protect their young and would savagely tear you apart if you fucked with them. I mean, we all know you don't want to be the killer your family forces you to be, you'd rather get out and live a quiet life. You just want a relationship with your daughter, Anna. But if anyone messed with her, you'd absolutely kill them without a second thought.

[Michael, running a hand across his mouth and humming thoughtfully.]

Bella, gently nudging his leg with a foot: See? There was a reason besides your glorious chest hair.

Matt, brows furrowing together: Glorious chest hair? Did you just actually say that?

Bella, waving off his comment: Okay, so why don't you guys each say what you think your inner animal is before you choose for each other next?

Frank, shrugging: I like the wolf thing. I'll go with that.

Matt, nodding: Yeah, I think I'll stick with the panther idea you had.

Bella, frowning: Seriously? You aren't even going to give it any more thought? [Looking hopefully over at Michael.] Please tell me you're not just going to say grizzly bear now?

Michael, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck: Uh, no. I s'pose…a dog? Generally don't fight unless provoked and they're usually considered friendly?

Bella, releasing a sigh: Fine. At least you put in more effort than those two. Now what do you think each others’ inner animal is?

Frank, immediately tossing a thumb at Matt: Chimpanzee. He's always climbing on buildings and making too much noise with his mouth.

Matt, frowning: It's called talking, Frank.

Frank, leaning back into the couch: More like chimpanzee noises to me. And they're territorial, too.

Michael, quietly chiming in: I'd still say stray cat for him.

Matt, frowning: Well then Frank is a hippo. Large and incredibly aggressive.

Frank, turning and shooting Matt a dirty look: The fuck you call me?

[Bella, burying her face in her hands while Frank and Matt begin to bicker on the couch.]

Michael, once more quietly chiming in: I picture him as more of a hawk. Or an eagle. Kinda stalks his prey from a distance before takin’ his shot.

Bella, glancing up at him: Well thank you for making some level of effort here while the old married couple over there just fights.

Matt, glowering: We are not an old married couple!

Frank, scowling: He's the last goddamn person I'd wanna be shackled to.

Bella, annoyed: Can we get back on track? You still need to pick an animal for Mikey.

Matt and Frank simultaneously: Dog.

Bella, throwing her hands up in defeat: Wow, really making an effort, you two. Great job.

Frank, rounding on Matt again: Look what you did, Red. You went and upset her.

Matt, eyebrows rising up onto his forehead: Me? You're the one not taking her game seriously!

[Matt and Frank return to arguing.]

Bella, focusing on Michael: You want a coffee? Cause I could use a coffee. They're making my head hurt.

Michael, nodding and rising from the couch: Yes. I'd love one.

Bella, heading to the kitchen with Michael: So what would my inner animal be?

Michael, nervously making a face: Uh…well…

Bella, shaking her head: Nevermind. Forget I asked. Let's just make some coffee.

#bellas 2.5k follower celebration #bella hears fictional characters #of course this eventually went off the rails 🙄#thanks for actually trying mikey #matt murdock #frank castle #michael kinsella

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obeymetournaments · 12 days

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HI HERE'S THE OFFICIAL TOURNAMENT BRACKET

so! this'll officially start tomorrow night <3 the first round will be split in half, as i dont wanna overwhelm anyone's dash, nor the obey me tag. I will also be having each poll be a week long now! this is just to make sure everyone will have a good chance to vote, as this is the biggest polls ive had (and ever will. i am not doing this shit again lmao). so while this will take a bit, hopefully it'll be fun :)

anyway! here's some fun facts as you wait for this to start: out of all 28 total outfits, leviathan makes up the most with a total of 7, which is 25% of the outfits! wow does his outfits suck ass! the closest characters with the second most outfits are both asmodeus and beelzebub, who both have a total of 4 each both solomon and simeon do not have any outfits on here! they have been spared <3 surprisingly, satan only has 2 outfits here! i really thought he would have a lot more than that! good job satan for not having the worst outfits! my drafts (filled with all the outfits) is soooo orange. as discussed before from some asks, there's definitely a pattern to these outfits (its the fucking bright ass orange <3)

okay then, that's it! see y'all tomorrow! i'm going to list all of the rounds underneath the Read More, as i know the picture is pretty small

ROUND 1

Swapped Asmo v Gakuran Beel (-> Arabian Levi) Normal Belphie v Yokai Asmo Demon Satan v Butler Levi Virtuoso Levi v Anniversary Belphie Chess Beel v Halloween Luke TSL Asmo v Swimsuit Lucifer (-> Angelic Mammon) Giraffe Levi v Onesie Lucifer (-> Spooky Diavolo) Apron Mammon v Human World Levi Bunny Barbatos v RAD Beel Noel Levi v White Day Beel Vampire Luke v Sailor Levi Yukata Lucifer v Carnival Asmo (-> Pirate Satan)

#obey me #obey me tournament #worst outfit tournament #leviathan #belphegor #beelzebub #asmodeus #obey me shall we date #lucifer #mammon #barbatos #diavolo #luke #satan

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dipplinduo · 2 months

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You posted a buncha asks games so hopefully this'll make sense;

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Writing; 1

Character; 23

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(Context: This ask game, this ask game, and this ask game lol)

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@heytheredahlia @jazzymarie1006 @esp3onsol @morganite25 @blazestar0525 @blazefirefox @crystalitecloudie @woolooisineffable @suguaotruther (Okay there are honestly so many others I could tag, I appreciate a lot of you!)

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

Too long for me to copy/paste but you can see it for yourselves here

1. An excerpt of your writing that makes you smile

Two come to mind immediately! :)

Bet You'll Fall in Love With Me, Chapter 2:

Carmine yanked the string of the light switch - it was the only light left that had the room glowed in a warm yellow, and now, it was pitch black in the room.

She was alone with Drayton, under the covers, in a pitch black room.

“C’mere,” he mumbled.

Carmine exhaled her jitteriness and rested down beside Drayton. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out the outline of his face. And…?

How did she notice this now, but not earlier?

Her thumb had mindlessly wandered to the corner of Drayton’s mouth. She propped her knuckles against his jaw as she gently scratched away remnants of toothpaste. Her thumb was moved as she felt the sensation of him smile as he continued to mumble. What seemed like two hunks of tiny metal that laid against the ear opposing his tattoo glistened as a consequence of the dim, bright green light of Drayton's digital clock on the other side of the room. He had gotten his ear pierced, too, it seemed.

Drayton stayed in place as Carmine dusted off the side of his lip. “Taking care of me?”

“You had toothpaste on the corner of your mouth.” Carmine explained.

“Mhm. Thanks.” He sounded like he was fighting to stay awake, but then his arms coiled around her and pulled her closer. Carmine instinctively placed her hands against his chest in the sudden, unexpected movement. She had almost expected as much - he was too sleepy for whatever he had drummed up earlier, but he was going to hold her now.

She didn’t know what to say, but she wanted to say something.

Drayton spoke first, though, and his hands stroked up against her ribcage. “Are you comfortable?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Okay, good. Let me know if you wanna move. I’ve never cuddled with anyone before, so…” he trailed.

“You haven’t?!” Her voice was suspended in shock, and perhaps she spoke too loudly considering his state.

“Mhmm.”

“How? Haven’t you been with a ton of girls?”

His voice was raspy as it dipped into his fatigue. “This is more intimate to me than something like hooking up. Same with the date, too. I’ve never been on a date before. But it was kind of fun pretending I had my first girlfriend for the day.”

N…never? First?

Carmine’s head started to swirl, and she nearly missed the next thing Drayton had said.

“I’m sorry we didn’t go out to eat, though. I know it's what you wanted to do. I hope it wasn’t too crummy of a first date for you.”

He was speaking tenderly, and it had just as much of an effect on her as his crazy, showboat proclamations. The Butterfrees inside of her began to dance again as she sickly entertained a newfound comfort.

She was so worried about her inexperience - so ruffled up by it. But in some ways, he was inexperienced too.

And he chose to give her what she wanted, despite holding a twisted power over her.

He had this power over her, and yet he...

The craving she had earlier washed over her. She wanted to move past her fears - fears that she was inadequate, that'd she do something wrong. She wanted to follow her desires and reach to him again.

Her hands trembled as she inched closer. She paused to test her confidence, and Drayton caressed up and down her arm after she shifted the placement of one of her hands on the base of his neck. Carmine felt more heat rising to her face as he breathed a grin, and she moved forward to push through the sensation as she wrapped both of her arms around his neck. “I-it wasn’t. I had a good time. And…I’m sorry about the Bewear again.”

She felt the weight of the entire room draw in on her. She had done it.

Now how would her bravery get stomped on?

Drayton huffed a laugh as he rested his chin on top of her head, just as he did earlier in the day. “That pokemon really suits you. Adorable but deadly." He paused. "Carmibear,” he dubbed.

Relief crashes into her, and her tired heart was giving out after working nonstop. “I guess…” she grumbled.

He was making this easy.

A breathy chuckle escaped Drayton’s lips as he squeezed her. “Goodnight, princess.”

It felt so terrifying, so electrifying, and yet...

easy.

Carmine sighed, hoping to ease her roaring chest as she nuzzled into the peculiar safety of Drayton's.

“Goodnight,” she muttered, returning the squeeze of the embrace.

Ending to A Sugary Sweet Kiss (Oneshot):

Kieran didn’t get what she was saying at all, but she slammed him with a request to have the very picnic they were on now before he could ask for clarification. And how on Earth could he say no to THAT, even if she just wanted to hang out as friends??

And now his failure was here to mock him.

She clearly didn’t know what Applin trades meant, still. She was just being nice, returning the favor.

Kieran deflated in his defeat - he had definitely lost to the friendzone. He covered his eyes as he felt his eyes start to sting, his chest feeling crushed into bits.

This was hurting more than he thought.

The bright light of the sun blinded him as Juliana pried his hand from his face. He almost jerked, but her other hand had wrapped around his face and held it firmly. Something was blurring into his vision and growing big-

“Mwah!”

Kieran felt Juliana’s lips tenderly press into his cheek. Her golden touch lit up everything inside him as his eyes shot open with shock. His mind was swirling in utter confusion as she pulled back. He looked into her starry eyes, but his jaw was dropped to the ground. He was paralyzed, ditsy, and beyond bewildered.

Kieran tried his best to vocalize anything. ANYTHING. “Wh-wh-...”

Wowzers.

Juliana giggled again - this time more high-pitched and slightly unnerved. She nuzzled into his shoulder and apologized. She was shrieking into him before his eyes, “I’m s-sorry, was that too fast? I can go more slow if you want…”

“M-more slow?” Kieran repeated, still lost in his daze.

He almost wanted to punch himself to test if he was truly awake.

She just kissed me! She just kissed me on the cheek! Am I dreaming?!

Juliana started again, meekly, “Y-yea-”

Kieran finally had a jolt of energy, and he expended it all at once. He twisted around and grabbed her by the shoulders, and blurted out his next thought in a blinded fury, “Do you kiss all your friends' cheeks?!”

Juliana’s face twisted up in perplexion. “Wha-? Why would I do that?”

“You just-!” Kieran couldn’t even finish the thought. His entire face felt piping hot - he must be so red…

She had sent him entirely into overdrive - he couldn’t think right, he couldn’t see right, he couldn’t feel anything but that KISS. His heart leapt up to his throat and climbed out of him - it spilled out all over everything at once as he stumbled over his words.

“B-because! Y-you’re kissin’ mine! And I just can’t, Juliana, I can’t! Be friends anymore! I like you TOO dang much, it makes my head spin! And I just wanna make ya’ mine forever - no one else!”

As Juliana’s eyes widened, Kieran felt his own do the same. But the damage was already done, he might as well double down since he was ripping the band-aid off.

He grabbed her hands and clasped them together, then hunkered down within them and dropped his head to the ground. He let everything pour out of him all at once, every gallon of feeling inside of him crashing waves that emptied each bottled up part of him.

“I know ya’ probably don’t look at me like that, but I really, really, really do like ya’ so, SO much! So…” he huffed and squeezed her unflinching, still hands, then spoke more calmly as he caught his breath, “So if there’s any part of you that just wants to …give me a chance… I promise I’d try really hard. I know I’ve messed up so much with us, but you are everything I adore and more, and just, i-if you don’t feel the same way-”

“Kieran.”

Juliana’s tone cut through him like a dagger, he was crashing down hard. Nothing could prepare him for the rejection that was about to tear him apart.

Juliana peeled away at his barriers once more to face him directly - and a part of him almost wanted to be immovable. But she could get anything she’d want out of him, even if it meant…well, this.

His face was twisting up and he was trying his best to hold himself together as her kind eyes met his.

If you’re nice to me when you let me down, this might just make things worse.

“Kieran uhh, we’re already on a date?”

Kieran shot up.

“WHAT.”

“You…didn’t know?” Juliana was covering her own mouth now - unfair.

And this time she was definitely trying not to laugh at him!

“Wh-wh-” Kieran felt himself spazzing about and glitching like his Porygon-Z, “Since when was this a date?!”

“Since I asked you out, after you confessed to me?!”

Kieran’s mouth opened, but Juliana cut him off as the color of her face started to match his own. “Y-you did confess to me, right? With the Applin?!”

“I-YES, BUT…h-how did you know if you didn’t?!”

Juliana shot up closer to him, almost crawling into his lap. His arms caught hers out of reflex, “Penny told me! I thought you meant…!”

This was a dream.

“I DID…BUT!”

“But what?!”

There was NO way…

“But…I! I didn’t ask you out the right way!”

Juliana’s fists balled up as her own face contorted in ways he hadn’t seen before. “I asked you out, Kieran! This is a Valentine’s Day date! S-so, will you-?”

Kieran closed the distance between himself and the beautiful girl before him - he felt a gusting rush of an all-time high. He was confident now, confident for the first time he had ever felt about something. It was a feeling he thought he had once before, but it wasn’t meshed with a desire to win or conquer. It was meshed with a desire to love.

He crashed his lips against hers, but eased into a gentle kiss as she kissed back and cupped her hands around his face. He pulled back a moment later, leaving Juliana breathless. He almost felt kind of bad - he must’ve stolen her breathing away from her in the heat of the moment, but…it was worth it.

Her hands were still on him, and he rested his on her own. Kieran breathed into their shared air, then looked her in the eye with all the love he could finally start to express.

“Will you…be my Valentine?” He fought a stutter to convey his question, “A-and my girlfriend?”

Somehow, he nearly fumbled his request anyway.

He was almost tugged by his self-deprecation again, but then she huffed out a magical laugh. Kieran couldn’t help but grin wildly.

“Yes. Of course. Now eat your cookie.”

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underforeversgrace · 1 year

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Welcome to Intro to Ghosts

Title: Welcome to Intro to Ghosts

Words: 2606

Chapter 1 of ?

Summary: Sure, turning sixteen was supposed to be a big year regardless, but this was a little beyond what Danny had expected when he'd both been told he was now king and then asked to be a teacher for the Intro to Ghosts class while also being a junior in high school. Now he has to juggle a secret identity, being a superhero, doing centuries worth of old paperwork Pariah didn't do, his own schoolwork, AND his students/classmates schoolwork! This'll be fun. Or catastrophic. Hopefully fun.

AO3

Danny was immensely grateful for ghost powers as he triggered his intangibility, letting the spit and drink mixture fall from him, after a cursory glance around to ensure no one was studying them too much at the table they had claimed outside the Nasty Burger. Tucker, the one who assaulted Danny with the gross mixture, was still laughing so hard that he held a hand to his chest, Tucker’s amusement currently greater than his need to breathe.

“You cannot be serious.” Sam said, ultra-recyclo vegetarian compliant burger halfway to her mouth.

“Okay, it isn’t that outrageous, guys!” Danny whined, balling up a napkin and throwing it at Tucker’s face. Hm, turns out fighting for your life on a weekly basis gave you pretty good aim!

“That… that was a good one, dude,” Tucker finally said, wiping tears off his face.

“I’m serious!” Danny grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest, a playful grin on his face showing he wasn’t truly upset.

“Danny. Do you really expect us to believe Ishiyama and Lancer offered you a job?” Sam said, finally remembering her food as she took a bite.

“Technically, they wanted me twice.” Danny informed, smirking.

“Excuse me?” The other two said simultaneously.

“They told me they originally wanted Phantom to do it but, as they said, ‘due to the hazard to his life posed by ghost hunters, it would be unwise to have Phantom at the school at set hours everyday.’ So they settled on me, good ole Danny Fenton. All the knowledge of the Fentons, none of the ghost hunting propensity.”

“That and no one knows how to find the elusive, mysterious Phantom long enough to offer him the job in the first place, I’m sure.” Sam said with an eye roll.

“Is this irony? This feels like an example of irony.” Tucker added.

“Do I look like Lancer, dude? Leave the literary device analysis or whatever to him.”

“Well, you don’t look like Lancer. But apparently you do look like a teacher.” Tucker retorted.

Danny laughed. “I still can’t believe it. Apparently, the school board thinks an Intro to Ghosts class is exactly the newest elective to offer when school starts back next month.”

“Not gonna lie to ya, bro, when you told us you’d gotten called in by those two, I thought they’d finally realized how many detentions you’d never actually served.”

“So, are you gonna do it?” Sam asked.

“The options are me, my parents, or the Guys in White.” Danny replied.

“So are you going to be by going by Danny, Mr. Fenton, or King Phantom? And do we have to call you that?” Tucker asked, a fake thoughtful look on his face as he propped his chin in his hand.

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The next few weeks passed by in a hurried marathon for Danny as preparations were made, for both of his newly found duties. Sometimes he questioned if becoming a teacher was really a good idea - especially since he was the same age as his peers but doubly especially since he had now spent the last month of summer break doing teacher homework. Being a teacher had at least been voluntary, unlike the whole King thing!

But whenever he questioned if he’d made the right choice, his parents would make another tool to murder him with or the GIW would cause millions of dollars in property damage chasing a blob ghost, and he’d known the other options were, uh, not good to the point of being non viable.

Not that that had been the only training involving far too much paperwork he’d had to deal with this summer. Admittedly, the whole teacher thing made sense to have paperwork. But why did being the King of All Ghosts require so much paperwork? At least he hadn’t had to learn a new language, though. All paperwork was filled out in ghost speak - a language called Exspirate, which was fairly similar to Esperanto. Exspirate is a language that ghosts just know upon formation, both how to read and write. But Danny had had the joy of learning that different dialects were also a thing depending on where in the Zone the ghost formed and they were not always exactly the same!

So, yeah, between preparing the syllabus and material for his class and getting several centuries worth of paperwork caught up, Danny never wanted to read anything ever again.

It hadn’t been all bad, at least. His recent coronation had given him some authority over the other ghosts, who either respected him for his abilities or feared him for his power. He’d have to work on the whole ‘fearing him’ thing but regardless, both forms kept most ghosts off his turf. Invading another ghost’s haunt was a bad enough idea, but invading the haunt of the King and risking that which his Obsession demanded him to protect? That was a good way to find out what lay beyond the Veil.

Danny fidgeted with his backpack as he glanced at the clock again. Today was the day - first day of class. Lancer had decided to omit Danny’s name from the schedule listings that were being handed out today - leaving it with a simple TBA. Danny was quite grateful Lancer had thought of that - Danny’s Intro to Ghosts class was only offered during the last period of the day and Danny was anxious enough without having to field questions from his peers for the beginning of the day.

He’d been asked to show up early, to meet with Ishiyama and Lancer, and only them, before the day began. Apparently, even the other teachers hadn’t been informed of Danny’s new position. Danny had originally thought this was also to help protect him before the class started, but the glances Ishiyama and Lancer had given each other had given him reason to doubt. Were they… pulling a prank? Weird, teachers were people too. Wait, Danny was a teacher now! Of course teachers were people, he was a people! …mostly.

Drawing a large breath, Danny finally pushed open the front doors of the school, making his way towards the principal’s office. Despite being a junior now and having gone through these doors for two years at this point, something about crossing the threshold today felt different. He arrived at the office, where the door was open and he could hear the two’s voices in the room.

“Uh, hi?” Danny said, knocking on the door and peeking his head in.

“Glad to see your streak for being on time has continued since the end of last year, Daniel.” Lancer said, a friendly smile on his face.

Danny flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Heh, yeah.”

“Are you ready for today, Danny?” Ishiyama asked from her place behind her desk, fingers steepled together as she studied him.

The halfa nodded. “Yeah. Kinda nervous, though.”

“That’s perfectly normal,” Mr. Lancer reassured him. “And I will be right next door to you if you need me, alright?”

“I know the situation may not be normal, but being nervous on the first day of anything is very normal.” Ishiyama agreed.

“Here’s your class schedule for the year and the class roster.” Lancer said, handing two pieces of paper over to Danny. Danny scanned over both pages quickly. Pretty standard schedule - all the basics like math, science, English, and history were there. The only unusual thing about his schedule was the ‘free period’ directly before his last class of the day - Intro to Ghosts, administered by TBA. Danny wasn’t even going to ask how his credits worked like this - the Ghost class was still counting as one of his elective credits, despite him being the teacher of it. The free period was what the teachers called a planning period, he’d learned. Yet more time for more paperwork and grading.

“Is all your material ready?” Lancer asked.

Pulling his backpack from his shoulders and sitting it in an empty seat, Danny nodded, unzipping the light purple backpack that somehow had survived two years of ghost hunting and looked fine to survive two more. He pulled a binder out, handing it over to Lancer for review. Since there wasn’t exactly any textbooks on ghosts that weren’t either written by total quacks or required high level understandings of physics, cellular biology, chemistry, and theoretical plasma, Danny had had to make his own.

“It gives a pretty good look over of various things without going in to deeply to any one topic,” Danny began as Lancer flicked open the binder. “There’s sections on ghost culture and law, ghost psychology, the uses and behaviors of various types of ectoplasm, and history. History is the longest section. And I’ve cited my sources!” Danny was actually quite proud of how much work he’d done, interviewing various friendly and sometimes-friendly-sometimes-murderous ghosts to get as much information as possible, including consulting Ancients like Clockwork and Pandora. Besides, he’d already been learning law, culture, and history while he’d been preparing to be king, so he’d already had a head start. “Oh, did you hear back about bringing in guest speakers?”

Lancer’s eyes were still scanning through the binder when he replied. “The board has approved it, if the permission slips we send home today get signed. And your parents were fine with these expeditions into the Ghost Zone for you to get these…sources?”

“Absolutely, they know they’ve taught me enough to defend myself!” Danny lied enthusiastically. His parents didn’t even know he had this job, much less gone into the Zone. “And I’ll make sure the slips go out today,” he added, finally looking through the roster. The course was only available to juniors and seniors and had a twenty person cap, so he recognized most of the names. Sam and Tucker were there, of course, though all three had been warned to make sure they behaved and the other two would be removed from the course if they became a distraction. Valerie was there, too. Danny made a mental note to avoid mentioning anything that could be exploited as a weakness. Dash, Paulina, Starr. No Kwan, surprisingly. Mikey and four other juniors. Six seniors that sounded familiar to Danny, but he couldn’t place a face to the names.

“This looks good, Mr. Fenton.” Lancer said, flicking through the last few pages in the binder.

“Thanks! Jazz proofread it already, so the grammar and spelling and stuff is fine.”

Lancer nodded. “We’ll get copies made in time for your class this afternoon. In the meantime, class will be starting soon.”

A glance at the clock confirmed Lancer’s statement. Despite being here over an hour early, it was now only five minutes before the first bell. “So we’re really doing this, huh?”

“Yes, Danny. Your first day as a teacher begins today. Gives a new meaning to the term student teacher, right? Huh? Huh?” Ishiyama said, poking her elbow into Lancer’s side.

Yeah, seeing his teachers be human was really, really weird.

Danny grinned, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, heading out the door.

As soon as he was out of sight of the principal’s office, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Sure, it was still technically before school and he was a teacher now too, but the instinct to conceal his phone from Lancer was too deeply ingrained at this point. Unlocking the phone, he clicked on a calculator app. Technically, it did have the functions of a calculator. Though that wasn’t what he used it for, keying in a long string of numbers. Sure, maybe it was overkill to have all three of their birthdays be his code, but he took the whole secret identity thing seriously! …even if maybe he should never have introduced himself as Danny Phantom.

He clicked the percent twice in quick succession once he finished the string of numbers and the calculator face moved away, showing the chat conversations he had going.

One conversation had a new message - non urgent so as to not actually send notifications to their phones - and Danny brought it up. It was the one he’d been going for anyway.

A profile picture of a poorly drawn, cartoon-y green blob ghost took up the screen, the words PhanPhuckingTastic loading… running across the bottom.

PhanPhuckingTastic loaded.

Missed messages -

EatVeggiesNotFaces: I swear to Clockwork I am going to strangle Dash if he does not shut up.

TooFineTechie: kick his ass babe

EatVeggiesNotFaces: Not your babe.

Danny snorted as he read the messages,

TotallyNormalKid has rejoined the chat.

TotallyNormalKid: sup

EatVeggiesNotFaces typing…

TooFineTechie typing…

EatVeggiesNotFaces: Did you get fired yet?

TooFineTechie: i dont have the homework

TotallyNormalKid: you guys aren’t funny, you know that right?

TooFineTechie: ding dong ur wrong

EatVeggiesNotFaces: We’re hilarious.

TotallyNormalKid: be nice, I can fail you!

EatVeggiesNotFaces: And we can ‘forget’ and ‘accidentally’ leave you in the Thermos for three hours next time Jazz catches you.

TotallyNormalKid: that’s blackmail

TotallyNormalKid: you both get A’s!

TooFineTechie: boo-yah!

TooFineTechie: anyway wat schedules u 2 got?

TooFineTechie: Photo Attachment

Danny and Sam both sent the pictures of their schedules as well. Of course, they all had Intro to Ghosts together. All three were together in English and history, but those were the only two all three shared. Sam and Tucker had taken different electives - Danny’s second elective was technically his planning period - and Sam was in a higher level math class than them. Danny and Tucker had math at the same time but with different teachers. Third period English they all had together, but the first two classes of the day, all three were separate.

At least all of them had lockers together - not directly beside each other, but only a few apart.

TooFineTechie: well thats some bullshit

TooFine Techie: lmao danno good luck not failing math

TooFineTechie: cant copy of me or Sam!

TotallyNormalKid: rude

TotallyNormalKid: I don’t need your notes!

TotallyNormalKid: King, fam.

TotallyNormalKid: no ghost attacks

TotallyNormalKid: so no skipped classes!!

TotallyNormalKid: hoe

TooFineTechie: u love me tho

EatVeggiesNotFaces: Behave, children.

EatVeggiesNotFaces: Tucker, stop antagonizing the superhero/teacher.

EatVeggiesNotFaces: Danny, stop being a little bitch.

Danny laughed as he finally arrived at his first class, sliding into a seat towards the back, as close to the door as possible. This was a room he’d never been in before, so he immediately started scanning the room for points of entry and hiding spots. Ghosts could phase, sure, but for some inexplicable reason, most of his rogues still preferred to come in through windows and doors intangibly. And, sure, he should be safe from attacks now, but old habits died hard, especially ones caused by recurrent threats to life and limb (even if he wasn’t exactly alive and could reattach limbs.) He closed out the app, sliding his phone into the external pocket of his backpack, where it bumped against the Thermos he kept inside.

Jazz called him paranoid. Danny said he was just being realistic.

Though, she may have a point he mused as he pulled paper and pencil from his bag. The ghost attacks had rapidly dropped once Pariah fell through the Veil, too Faded from defeat and sleep to maintain his form any longer. Apparently, Danny being the next King was just common knowledge in the Realms and no one bothered to mention it to him. No one had anticipated Pariah would Fade, he’d survived centuries in there already. The last three months of the previous school year, Danny’s attendance and grades had rapidly improved. And that was while he had just been Prince, before he’d accepted the power of Crown and Ring.

Maybe he could stop being always wary, always on edge. About ghosts, anyway. Humans still scared him.

#Grace writes #danny phantom #danny fenton #phic phight 2023 #Phic phight

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ask-the-t-sanders-sides · 22 days

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ARC ENDING: Virgil's POV

enjoy :] <3 (you can find all the other parts on #arcend on this blog)

So we're going down, back into the mindscape. This isnt terrifying at all what are talking about?? Heh.. i should really talk to some therapist

Anyways

We get down there and its honestly a mess, which isnt a surprise considering... Everything.

Patton and I are walking to the room everyone's in and im starting to get uneasy

"what is HE doing here??" Roman is shouting, why is he shouting? He knows it hurts my ears. Ugh. Oh shit wait what do i say.. uhhh

"he's..." Okay great start, Virg, now find finish your damn sentence!! ".. he's with us now" great excuse and explanation, everyone definitely 100% believes you

Why am i this stupid???

"yeah right. He probably used his snake friend to poison your mind too. Re, get them OUT OF HERE." Roman just said what.

Wait shit, shit shit SHIT SHIT SHIT

I FUCKED UP I FUCKED UP I FUCKED UP.

Okay Virgil don't panic, don't panic, its okay

Remus is walking towards us with his Morningstar, shit, fuck

What do i do what do i do???

"cookies! And we can watch some movies, if..- if you'd like" Im looking over to Patton and he's got.. A plate of cookies!! Oh thank god. Hopefully this'll do.

Remus is reaching for Patton

Why is Patton closing his eyes, thats stupi- oh Remus grabbed a cookie

Okay this worked

Didnt expect it to work

Im reaching for Remus and slowly grabbing his morningstar, cant risk him having it

Okay slowly... Slowly... There we go

Im just gonna put it in the side of the room here

Okay Remus, get fucked

"can we please calm down and just... Hang out angst free for once..? And its me saying this, you know its too much when the embodiment of angst tells you it's too angsty" hopefully that didn't fuck it up.

Roman is sighing, why is he sighing, did i fuck up? Shit i must have said something wrong

Shit shit-

"okay.." Roman is... Okay with this? Okay sure

Okay lets just go sit on the couch and chill... Maybe we could watch the fnaf movie cuz i haven't gotten to that yet

We are sitting down on the couch together

I did it

I actually did it

Lets grab a cookie and

Just pick a movie...

#ts sides #tss #tss rp #rp #sander sides #tss virgil #ts virgil #virgil sanders #anxiety sanders #ts anxiety #arcend #thomas sanders #Thomas and Friends #sanders asides #ATTSS

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mirkwoodmunson · 1 year

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mid-west monster #1

werewolf!eddie munson x reader

you’ve been with eddie munson for a few months now, and while you knew the boy harbored some secrets — you weren’t aware just how hairy things were about to get

tw: cursing, body horror(? i think?)

a/n: for writeober i’ll be attempting to do (hopefully) daily drabbles, each one a progression of this fic and based around a generated prompt! feel free to send any in as well if you’d like to inspire future installments! happy halloween! LMAO anyway.... i abandoned this wip in early oct. when i realized i should maybe focus on my big move instead of writing, kept getting sad looking at it sitting in my drafts so i decided to slap on a quick sort-of-ending and just post it cause... i love werewolf!eddie so fucking much y'all ;; he'd be the scruffiest stankiest doggo bf and i'm HERE FOR IT. not sure if this'll be continued as past me suggested but if it gets some traction i'd look into progressing the story! hope you enjoy!

Your knuckles are a ghostly white, latched to the steering wheel where your thumb rubs hard into the frayed edge of the wheel cover, anxious and tense. Eddie had been radio silent for the third day now, Hellfire had gathered in the hopes that maybe he’d make some dramatic entrance after working on the materials for this session — but no Dungeon Master had shown his mischievous grin. You’d called and called, stopped by but Wayne had solemnly sent you off each time, assuring you his boy was fine — just going through a rough illness. Maybe it was selfish to think but it made you angry, if he was sick he could still pick up a phone, right? It was the honeymoon stage yet, you’d only started dating a few months back and you could admit you had a tendency to cling to him, but to be fair he seemed to be clinging to you, too. Till now, at least. Had something changed so suddenly?

You let out a heavy breath you just now realize you’d been holding and scold yourself. ‘Your thoughts aren’t always true. Wayne said he was sick so he’s sick. I can at least bring him a treat.’ Looking over at the tote bag of tupperware’d food you encourage yourself to smile and hold it as you pull into the Munson’s drive.

Wayne wasn’t home, but Eddie’s van was here, and so you collect your things and exit your car, hopping up the steps and rapping the door.

No answer.

“Eddie?”

A neighbor’s dog starts barking a few doors down. You could swear you hear something from inside, rustling and a door slamming shut.

“Eds? You in there? It’s me! I brought you some stuff.”

Nothing.

“W-Wayne said you were super sick, so…” you trail off softly, lowering your arms and heaving a sigh.

“Eddie? I know you’re home I— … I’m worried about you, I just—“ you groan softly and just set everything down on the steps, worried the more you call to him the more annoyed he’s getting.

“I’ll just… I’m setting your stuff down out here for you, okay? Don’t forget about it.” A few more moments leaned against the door, waiting for anything, but nothing comes and you can’t help a slight pang, heading back down the steps.

“…Feel better, Eds.” Glancing back you cant even look inside, the curtains all shut tight. ‘He must really be sick.’

You head home but for the rest of the night your thoughts and worries start to take over a little, unable to sit still as you pace your room and question every last interaction you’d had with him, wonder about every possible illness you knew the name of. If he’d just call, pick up when you rang, just say one word to let you know you didn’t need to worry so much.

As you’re in the middle of that thought the phone does indeed ring, and you nearly trip over yourself to get to it, ripping the receiver from the cradle and holding it tight against your ear.

“Hello??”

“…”

“… Hello? Someone there?”

“Y/N?” His voice is low, weak, obscured slightly but it’s Eddie. Oh, your heart nearly beats from your chest.

“Eddie?? Babe what the f— I’ve been so worried! Are you okay?”

“… … I- … I’m- I’m fine, promise. I’m fine.” He sounds strained.

“Are you sure? Do you need anything? I-I left you some stuff—“

“Sweetheart I— I can’t… Can’t really talk much, now… Just… Wanted to tell you, I’m okay…” There’s some rustling as though he’s covering the receiver on his end; you swear you hear him whimper.

“Eds?? Eddie please I-“ *click*

You hang onto the phone long enough for the signal to start bleeping at you as if in irritation that you’re still on the line, reminding you to set it back down in its cradle.

The clock tells you it’s close to midnight. Your brain tells you something’s very wrong.

Fifteen minutes later you’re rocking to a sudden halt in your car, once again sat in Eddie’s driveway. Same as before, Wayne isn’t home yet, and Eddie’s van is parked just beside you. The tote bag you’d left still sat on the steps.

You step out, striding up to his door with purpose and this time just trying the knob — locked. Glancing down the length of the trailer, the curtains still seemed to be drawn and there’s no discernible light peeking through, save for Eddie’s bedroom, a soft orange glow from a covered lamp indicating some presence.

Hoping to high heaven that neither Munson would hold trespassing against you, you bend down and lift the mat as you’d seen Eddie do a few times — the hidden spare key glinting at you in the moonlight. Using it on the lock, you turn the knob again and suck in a deep breath as you push the door open into an eerily silent, pitch-black living room.

“…Eddie?” Your voice is soft and hitched, trembling a little, too quiet to get anyone’s attention. Why were you kind of freaking out right now? There’s a rustle down the hall, a gruff, muffled noise and you gasp, jumping in your step. Looking down the hallway, it’s that same lightless black, until your eyes reach Eddie’s bedroom door — that orange light bleeding through the space between the door and the floor.

“E-Eddie?” You find yourself taking slow steps towards his room, eyes locked onto that strip of light. When a shadow runs across it you feel a cold sweat break over you. “Eds, seriously, seriously I’m kind of freaked out right n—“

There’s no time to react as the door slams open and crashes into the wall, a large, shivering figure in the doorway wearing Eddie’s Hellfire t-shirt, but it’s ripped and stained. You can’t make it out exactly, but the light from behind it illuminates its shape — and it’s much bigger than Eddie. Rugged; shoulders heaving. But its breathing is… unnatural. Almost like there’s a growl laced in it. You stumble backwards and to the floor from the initial shock of the door flying open, hastily lifting yourself onto your elbows, and when you behold this figure you gasp a sharp, shuddering breath, trying to croak out a scream but it catches and you find you can only stutter and whimper, struggling to scurry backwards but your movements are shaky and your limbs feel frozen.

It heaves a growl, snarls but it’s eerily soft, and takes a heavy step forward, vibrating through you. Your mind screams at you to move but you’re still just scrambling, arms heavy, trying to inch yourself away as you emit low whimpers, eyes wide and unable to leave the beast before you. Its eyes glow an unnatural yellow and it’s how you know it’s staring right back into yours. You can make it out a little better now, but your mind struggles to comprehend exactly what you’re looking at.

The creature is at least seven feet tall, almost entirely covered in dark, wavy fur. Its limbs don’t fit, however, they’re too human as its fingers reach up to pull at a mane of wild, shaggy hair, and that’s when you really notice the ears. They’re tall, pointed, set back like a dog ready to lunge. Its muzzle just the same, canine and lined with sharp teeth as it snarls. Eddie’s Hellfire tee… why was it wearing that??

“E-E— Ed—die…“ The tears fall freely and you cry. ‘So this is how I’m gonna die,’ you think. ‘This monster must have eaten Eddie and now it’s gonna eat me too.’

At the sound of your voice, however, something changes quickly. The beast spasms as if struck, crouching and curling into itself as it whines. As you watch in horror, you witness the final stage of this creature's transformation. The same dark fur breaks out over rippling arm and leg muscles, as the creature whines again and groans; you gasp, watching fingers lengthen and sharpen into claws. Arms and legs swell with muscle beneath the sheath of fur, and a howl of pain twins with a sob that wracks you. Terror and fear and also... sympathy. How do you know this creature?? Why are you suddenly so sad that it's hurting.

The beast's head snaps up, yellow eyes aglow, and it... calms. It sighs, almost, relieved the worst of it is over and now its attention is locked onto you. But the menace is gone -- if anything, this creature seems worried. Upset. Sad that it's frightened you.

You're still trembling, however, still weeping silently on the floor as you just lock eyes with this hulking being in front of you. The Hellfire tee... You keep scanning, gaze wandering over the wavy fur, and something dangling from this beast's neck makes your heart drop. The shirt should have given it away, but how could you think straight when a literal werewolf was snarling and staring you down. But now, Eddie's pick hanging from it's thick, furry neck...

You take in a shuddering breath, shaking your head in disbelief. The wolf begins to whine, lowering its head, ears lowered and pulled back again but now like a dog ashamed of what it's done. You cant help a bark of a laugh, the tears continuing to spill.

"EDDIE??! WHAT THE HELL!!"

Your werewolf boyfriend barks. You swear you see his tail wag.

#eddie munson #werewolf!eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson ficlet #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson horror #???? i think #mine

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negative-speedforce · 3 months

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"Cuddling with a hot water bottle." for Jay maybe? :)

"Hey." Cassandra walked into the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. "I didn't see you at work today. You okay?"

"I'll live." Jay replied, groaning in pain as he shifted to a seated position. He reached for the hot water bottle that was in the blankets next to him, placing it behind his lower back.

"Bad flare-up?"

Jay nodded. "Yeah. But I'm fine...ish."

"I get that." Cassandra smiled slightly. "You want me to grab your meds for you?"

"Yeah, that'd be great." Jay said. "I haven't really been out of bed today, except to use the bathroom."

"That bad, huh?" Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "I'll be back in just a few. Do you want me to refill that hot water bottle while I'm at it?"

"Sure. Thanks. hun." Jay replied, passing the bottle to Cassandra. "This means a lot to me."

"No problem. I know you'd do the same for me." Cassandra replied. "Like that time you spend three hours unbraiding my hair because it was covered in alien blood from that one mission."

"That was... repulsive." Jay shuddered, remembering the grey insectoid aliens that had plagued the city that one time. "Glad we don't have to go through that again."

"Yeah, no." Cassandra grimaced. "Hopefully, we gave them an ass-beating big enough that they'll think twice before trying to invade our planet again."

"Hopefully." Jay agreed.

"I'll be right back. Just hang in tight and I'll have everything in just a moment."

It was only a moment before Cassandra returned, a can of soda and a bottle of painkillers in one hand, Jay's hot water bottle in the other. She helped Jay lean forward, placing the bottle at the base of his spine, where the nerve damage from his fall began.

"I wish you would let me heal you." Cassandra sighed.

"No. That spell is too risky for both of us." Jay shook his head. "I'll be fine like this, don't worry. Everyone has bad days, just some more than others."

"If you say so." Cassandra frowned, sitting down next to Jay and cracking open the can of soda with a satisfying hiss.

"I appreciate the offer, though. I'd just prefer to not have my innards rearranged if you were to lose the slightest bit of focus." Jay took the soda, swallowing down the pills in one gulp.

Cassandra laughed. "So you don't want your hands to be where your butthole should be?"

"Absolutely not." Jay shook his head, laughing. "Thanks for the help, by the way. I really appreciate it."

"No problem." Cassandra smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too, babe."

Cassandra booped Jay's nose. "Now rest. Get better soon. We still have that mission on Friday."

Jay sighed. "Yeah, I know. Hopefully, this'll be over soon."

Cassandra leaned her head on Jay's shoulder. "Yeah. Hopefully."

#ask revan #oc shit #vexic :d #revan writes #jay barron #cassandra stevens

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elliespectacular · 1 year

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This'll hopefully be the last post/thread on the topic for a while - but I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone 💜

Earlier today I looked at Ko-Fi for the first time since Friday and everyone has collectively contributed more than my $6K debt.

On Tuesday I was literally selling most of my books, movies, and CDs to a local trade-in store I was so scared - but now things are gonna be okay thanks to y'all. I got on my knees to beg, fell flat on my fucking face while doing it, and yet still everyone came through for me.

I think the update video is important for transparency and accountability, yet despite its intended purpose it still inadvertently plugs the Ko-Fi page and I don't want anyone feeling pressured to give more right now. It'll be unlisted, but accessible.

One of the things I plan to do as thanks is a 24-hour YTP editing stream like I did in 2020. No goals or gimmicks, just a fun chaotic time :) At least a week or two from now, but soon. I'll formally announce the date/time later and it'll happen on https://twitch.tv/EllieSpectacular

Despite my big fuck-up in the process, y'all came through for me and believed in me. I won't forget that and I won't let you down 💜💜💜

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convexicalcrow · 9 months

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(Safe) Under Bast's Paw

This'll go up on AO3 when I have the time/patience/brain power to get the tags etc sorted out, but have some Lost Prince AU backstory and the introduction of Jellie! <3 This is set about a month or so after they left Egypt; Cub's around 13 years old, and Scar's around 15. They're just friends at this point. Inspired by The Old Prospector by sixteenthdays, which has been lodged in my brain ever since I read it nearly a year ago. (I'm not okay /hj)

Cub held onto Scar's waist as he drove the camel across the sand towards a quarry-like pit that looked like it would be a good place to shelter. Or perhaps be cornered, it was hard to tell how close their pursuers were and whether they'd managed to slip away from them. He didn't dare look back. Just gazed at the darkening sky, praying to Ra that He would once again rise in the morning. He had to, right? He just had to. He balled his fists in Scar's robes, clinging to the two certainties he had in life: the rising sun, and Scar.

"Come on, in here! We can wait out the night here in the caves," Scar said as he led the camel up the path to where an open cave waited for them. It was out of sight from where they'd come from, and looked like it had flat enough ground for a camp.

"But what if there's others in the caves? How do you know it's safe?" Cub said, walking beside him.

"We don't, but we can't stay outside another night, it's getting too cold," Scar said.

"Fiiiiine," Cub said, though he didn't quite believe him.

Scar stopped then and grabbed his shoulders, forcing Cub to look at him. He raised his right hand and showed him the scarab ring. "You remember the ring. You remember the promise I made to your father to keep you safe, alright? I won't let anyone hurt you, okay?"

"You can't even fight! How are you going to do that?" Cub said, both indignant and scared. "At least I can use a sword!"

"There's more than one way to fight than just with swords, I'll have you know. And you're in no way capable of taking on a soldier, let alone a group of them. Now, come on, let's get inside before anyone sees us, alright?"

Cub shoved him away, letting the fear get the better of him. "No! Take me home! I want to go home! Take me home! I order it! I demand it! Take me home!"

"Demand all you like, but there's no home to go back to, and you and I both know that. We saw it. We saw the temples fall. We know who didn't make it out. Home doesn't exist anymore. It's just you and me and this stupid camel, alright? Do you think I like this any more than you do? No! I'd love to be back in Per-Bast serving in the temple, but that won't happen now. Your father told me to take you and run, and that's what I did. I kept you safe. That's why you're alive. Now, come on, get inside the cave. We don't know how far behind us they are. You can yell at me all you like once we're safe and out of sight, okay?" Scar said.

"Okay. Fine." Cub scowled, but nevertheless followed him up the path and into the cave, anxiety pooling in his stomach as he half-heartedly kicked a little sand over the camel's tracks to disguise them.

"No fire. Too risky. At least we still have the last of the rabbit to eat. Then we'll sleep and try to get away before dawn, okay?" Scar said as he saw Cub begin to gather sticks from the edge of the cave.

"No fire?! Come on, man, just a little one. It's so cold, Scar," Cub said, dropping the sticks.

"No, we sleep next to the camel for warmth. Hopefully we run into some traders soon enough so I can haggle us some extra blankets. And some more food, too. We're running low on everything right now," Scar said as he unpacked the saddle bags.

"Well, you were the one who packed! You could've brought more food!" Cub said.

Scar sighed. He couldn't be mad at him, not really. "Sure, and maybe if I'd had more than a few hours' notice, maybe I would have. Just- now's not the time, okay? Let's get some food and clear air between us and those chasing us before we start tearing each other to pieces, alright?"

"Fine." Cub sat down petulantly beside the camel, staring at the ground, arms crossed over his chest.

Scar grabbed some bread, a flask of water, and the last of the rabbit they'd cooked up last time they'd been able to have a fire and served them both. Cub reluctantly took his dinner and ate sullenly as Scar sat beside him.

Scar didn't like to imagine the turmoil Cub was going through. The events that led to their fleeing had been… Scar closed his eyes, trying to push the sight of the temples burning out of his mind. The sound of huge metal things crushing anything and everything in their way. The look on Cub's father's face as he gave him the ring and told him to flee with his son…

Scar wrapped an arm around him, and pulled him close. Cub didn't resist; he moved in close and pressed against him. Neither spoke as they ate; Scar was sure that if he did start talking, he'd never stop, and all the grief in the world would pour out of him and they'd never make it. He had to be strong. For Cub. He promised. He promised!

"I am Hetmetnedjes, son of-"

"Silence!" Scar hissed, pressing a hand over Cub's mouth. "Do not speak those names. Wait. I hear someone. Something."

Cub froze, listening intently. Scar had definitely hear something moving. Was it a person? Or just some animal taking shelter? No, those were definitely footsteps. Someone was coming.

Scar grabbed the front of Cub's tunic, pulling him to his feet as he stood up. "Come on, time to go. We're not alone here," he said as quietly as he could.

"But the camel-!" Cub protested as Scar yanked on his arm.

"Leave him, there's no saving him now," Scar said.

Cub pulled away, and Scar turned to see him grabbing the camel's lead, both of them refusing to move.

"I'm not leaving him," Cub said, clutching the lead close to his chest. "We'll die without the camel!"

"We'll die if we're in hostile territory anyway, or had you forgotten that?" Scar said, hearing the footsteps growing louder.

"No!" Cub stamped his foot. "No. I'm not leaving anyone else behind. Please."

As Scar grabbed his arm, knowing that leaving was absolutely the safest thing to do, he saw a light followed by the face of an old man come into view. So he pulled Cub into his arms and put himself in the way as a shield, preparing to talk his way out of this if he had to, camel or no camel. Cub held onto him tightly; Scar could feel his fingers digging into his back. He was scared. They both were. Scar was just better at hiding it.

"What's all this commotion, hey? Have we got visitors?" the man said as he approached them.

Scar was relieved he spoke their language. Perhaps he would be kind, after all. "We just needed somewhere to stay the night. We'll be off by dawn, I promise!"

"You seem rather young to be out here on your own. Anyone travelling with you?" the man said.

"Just us, sir! Had to leave, well. There's no home to go back to, not anymore," Scar said.

"Hmm, yes, I heard about that from some travellers who came by a while back. Pity. Come on, no need for you to sleep on the ground. I'll take you back to my home," the man said. "You both look like you need a good meal and a good sleep."

"How do we know we can trust you? We've been- there's a lot of danger out there, that's all I'll say," Scar said.

The man looked straight at him, and Scar flinched, recognising something in those eyes that he knew. "Bast? Did She send you?" he asked in hushed tones.

"She might have whispered something in my ear while I was prospecting. Not often I get company out here. You're safe with me, don't worry," the man said.

"Alright. But give us a minute to get the camel moving. We're not leaving him behind," Scar said.

"I wouldn't dream of it," the man said.

It took maybe ten minutes to get to the man's house once they'd got the camel up and moving. By then it was properly dark, and the man's torch was their only guide. Cub had said nothing the entire time, only gripping Scar's hand tightly as he followed beside him. Scar understood. They'd rarely had any reason to trust anyone they met out on the road, and Scar was still cautious.

The house itself was stone-built, situated in what seemed to be the smallest oasis they'd ever seen, situated on the outskirts of the quarry. It had a few scruffy palm trees, a small lake, and enough land to sustain a small but productive farm and a couple of goats. The camel was tied up near the animal pen and given some food and water before the old man led the boys inside.

The man set the torch into a bracket on the wall, and proceeded to rekindle the hearthfire. Scar and Cub kept by the door, not wanting to get in the way. It was a small house, after all. And then, Scar heard a small mewl, and from somewhere Scar couldn't identify, out came a cat leading a small group of kittens.

"Oh, you have cats! That's so sweet!" Scar said. He'd always loved them, but his old cat hadn't made it out of the Two Lands.

The man sat down on a chair by the fire and picked up the kittens one by one. The mother followed, patrolling around the back of the chair, watching them closely.

"Yeah, she came in with some traders some years back. Gods know where the tom came from, but caravans will come through here from time to time. It's possible one strayed from there. They keep the mice out of the crops, so I don't mind them being around," the man said. "Does your silent friend want to cuddle one? I always find them great company when things get sad."

Scar nudged Cub. "Go on, they're just kittens, I promise."

Cub shook his head and stepped back, hiding behind Scar. Scar sighed, but he did understand. Cub could get like this from time to time, and he just needed to feel safe long enough to open up again.

"Seems like a no, sorry. He's a little shaken up, don't mind him," Scar said. "Anyway! Is there anything we can do to repay your kindness, sir? For letting us sleep here overnight? We don't want to intrude any more than necessary."

"Oh, I might have a few chores you could help with in the morning, but not for now. Here, take care of the kittens while I make us some dinner. You must be hungry," the man said, getting to his feet.

"Of course! We can do that, can't we?" Scar said, turning to Cub.

Cub nodded mutely, but did follow Scar over to the kittens, and grudgingly accepted one that Scar handed him. It mewled a little and Cub held it to his chest as he sat down by the fire.

Scar took a seat where the old man had been. He watched Cub, half an eye on the man pottering around on the other side of the room, preparing some food for them. The mother cat didn't seem to object to them holding the kittens, and a small grey one climbed up into Scar's arms, purring contentedly. Bast was definitely blessing them tonight. He'd have to make some extra offerings before they left, just to say thanks.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, which was a nice change. The man told them stories, fun stories, as they ate their dinner. Cub even managed a laugh! That's what Scar wanted to see. Yeah! Sure, Cub might have been silent the rest of the time, but Scar would take any win he could.

The man didn't keep them up, though. He would be back to the mines soon enough in the morning to continue looking for gold, lapis, amethyst, whatever raw materials he could find to trade to the smiths and other artisans who wanted to buy. It's how he sustained himself. Scar thought that was fair enough. He left them to sleep in the main room, where the fire had died down to coals, and bid them goodnight.

Cub lay in his bedroll, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. It was too loud, too loud. All the crunching, the metallic objects flung at temples and homes and other things, screaming, fire, burning, the awful smoke in the air-

Where were the gods in all of that? How was this safe? They'd abandoned him; he'd abandoned the Two Lands.

Abandoned means you made a choice to leave us behind. You have done no such thing, came Djehuty's soft voice.

Cub rolled onto his side, scrunching his eyes closed. He missed everything. Everyone. His father. His mother. His brother. His friends. His teachers. His- He wanted to go home. If he still clung to that, then-

"Cub? You awake?" Scar's voice slipped through the quiet night.

"Yeah." It was all Cub trusted himself to say.

"I never miss them as much as I do in the middle of the night," Scar said.

Cub turned to face him, shifting close. He understood that feeling very well. Scar pulled him into his arms. Cub rested his head on his chest. He could find no words adequate enough to articulate how he was feeling. He looked up as one of the kittens climbed over Scar's chest to come and sniff Cub's face.

"Hey, I think they like you!" Scar said, giving the kitten a few little scritches.

Cub managed a smile as the kitten licked him tentatively before settling down on his shoulder, curling into the space as if they were made for it. "Damn, guess I'm not moving now, hey?"

"Yeah, that one's been all over me. I think they like me! Maybe we'll see if the old man's willing to part with them. It'd be nice to have another companion. They could catch mice for us!" Scar said.

"Maybe, maybe," Cub said, unconvinced.

The kitten moved, curling up on Scar's chest. Cub gave them some little scritches, envying the small animal's ability to sleep at all. Did he sleep? No, he did not. He lay there, trying to silence his thoughts, trying to pull himself together. He couldn't just fall apart. He wasn't a baby! He wasn't! He just had to be strong. Strong enough that Scar didn't worry about him so much maybe. He could do that, right?

"Seems she's taken a liking to you," the old man said he served breakfast.

"Indeed she has! She was on my bed all night!" Scar said with a laugh. The kitten was still attached to Scar, curling around his shoulder to sleep. It distracted Scar from how tired he was, and not just because he felt so happy to have a cat again.

Cub was still quiet, Scar noticed, but perhaps a little less morose than he was yesterday. He might cheer up once they get going again and he begins to feel a little safer.

"You reckon you can care for a cat, boy?" the man asked.

"Oh, yes! I've had plenty of cats before! I love them!" Scar said. "Please, let me take her? I'll take very good care of her, I promise!"

"Hmm. Very well. Bast did send me to find you, after all. She might be sending you off with a guardian," the man said.

"Maybe, yeah! Thank you!" Scar said, containing his excitement. "I'll make extra offerings to Bast tonight. She really has been looking after us well."

"Of course She has. Cats don't slack when their kittens are in harm's way," the man said. "Now, get that food into you and I'll get you all provisioned up as best I can before you go. Now, where are you heading? I might be able to steer you clear of any danger."

"Just-, well. Away, really! We have no plan, we just want to be safe," Scar said. "Any help will be greatly appreciated."

"Hmm. Okay. I'll think on it. There's a few places I can think of," the man said.

Cub clung on tight to Scar's waist as they set off again, only this time, a small kitten had nestled herself in his lap, finding whatever shade was available. Bast wasn't his goddess, though of course he was thankful for Her protection. His devotions lay elsewhere.

But as the sun rose and the heat in the air increased, and Scar began singing silly songs to distract him, Cub felt a larger cat snuggle up next to him, pressing against his back, and soon enough, Cub was asleep, and this time, his mind was blissfully silent. Thanks, Bast, Cub thought, as he drifted off, the kitten sleeping on.

#hermitcraft #fanfic #convex #the lost prince au #cubfan135 #gtwscar #jellie the cat #bast #djehuty #have some backstory about their escape from egypt :D #watch as I dump all the trauma onto cub bc i love him <3 #tw war trauma #but it's only brief mentions #also for a shower thought scene #this got way way longer than i anticipated sorry not sorry lol

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gh0--st · 1 year

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Big sister

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Summary: When Gus is feeling upset about his dad, Amity helps him feel a little better

Characters: Lee!Gus Ler!Amity

This is a tickle fic, if youre not into that kind of stuff, please dont read this.

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Amity walked around the Noceda house, searching for Gus. She hadn't seen the kid in a while and was starting to worry about him.

Everybody else was going about their day, as if they hadn't noticed the boy was gone. Amity knew one spot to look.

She walked over to Luz, "Im going to the shack, I think I forgot something over there." She said.

"Okay, I'll see you later then." Luz responded, giving Amity a quick kiss on the cheek. Amity walked outside and towards the shack.

Why would Gus be out here? Maybe to do some research? She saw the shack getting closer so she quickened her pace.

As she got closer, she thought she could hear crying coming from the inside. She pushed open the door and saw Gus hugging his knees as tears fell down his face.

"Gus?" She said, walking over and sitting by the kid. "Amity? How did you find me?" He asked, wiping his eyes. "Do you really think i wouldn't have noticed one of my favorite people going missing?" She said.

Gus gave a small smile, but it disappeared quickly. "Hey, what's wrong?" Amity asked.

Gus sniffed, "It's my dad. I dont know if he's okay or not. I dont know what to do without him." He admitted.

Amity frowned. She thought of her own dad, how he left her to fight the abomatons. "Hey, we'll get back to the boiling isles." She reassured him. "We'll find your dad and Willow's dads." She said.

He looked up at her, "What about your dad? And your siblings?" He asked. Amity bit her lip. "I-Im sure they're alright too. My dad probably found them, and they're safe somewhere. Hopefully.." she said.

Gus smiled, "Thanks, Amity, I guess I feel a little better." Amity frowned. "Sorry, Gus, but a little won't do." She said as an idea popped up into her head.

"Huh? What do you -" The boy was cut off as Amity suddenly scribbled her fingers down his sides. He immediately burst into giggles.

"Waahahait! NohOohoho!" He said. "Sorry buddy, can't have you feeling sad on my watch!" Amity said.

Gus squirmed, trying to get away, but Amity summoned a little abomination goo to hold him down, holding his arms slightly above his head.

Amity cracked her fingers, "This'll be fun!" She said, soon scribbling her fingers all over the kids' belly.

Gus burst into giggles. He tried kicking his legs, but it was no use. "Ahahahamity! Ihihit tihihickleles!" Gus said.

"Woah, really? Thank you for informing me, Gus!" She teased. She soon moved her hands up to the boys neck, scribbling her fingers around.

This got hiccupy giggles out of the boy. "NOHohho!*hic*PlehehHeheas!" He begged. "Please, what? Please dont stop? Okay!" Amity joked, giggling as a blush appeared on the boys face.

"Ahahahamity!" He said. Amity shrugged, "Okay then! Let's try here instead!" She said, placing her hands on his armpits. "Wahahait- Nohoh!" He said, bursting into loud giggles, and Amity dug her fingers into his pits, scrabbling and scraping. "NOHOHOG AHAHHAMITY!" He squeaked.

Amity couldn't help but laugh with him. His face had a deep blush as Gus gasped for air. Amity soon stopped her attack and let the boy catch his breath. She rubbed his sides, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles.

She took the goo off, helping Gus sit up. "You're a jerk," Gus chuckled. Amity just shrugged innocently.

"Thanks for helping me, but what about you? You seem upset about your family." Gus said.

Amity frowned, rubbing her arm. Gus put his hand on her shoulder, "If it makes you feel better, you're like an older sister to me, and a good one at that." He said.

Amity blinked before smiling, "Thanks, Gus, that means a lot." She said. Gus then smirked, "Now you have 3 seconds to run back to the house before I wreck you." He said.

Amitys eyes widened as she turned and bolted out of the shack. "Here I come!" Gus said, racing after her.

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Underrated sibling dynamic tbh

#the owl house #the owl house tickle #amity blight #lee gus #ler amity #gus porter

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aura-acolyte · 4 months

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🎙 Where did you first get the idea for Mare?

//Okay, so, story time. Let me take you back to August 2018. The world had gone to shit, Avengers Infinity War had recently released in theaters, and I was a 14 year old boy (probably) who had just discovered the internet.

//I had taken to browsing TV Tropes in my spare time, still do but not as frequently. Something, something, ruin your life. Anyways, TV Tropes has many pages for many different things, far beyond just TV and Tropes. Among those was fanfiction and through it I discovered a treasure trove of ages long past. That Golden Fandom Era of great cringe.

//You see, most of TV Tropes' pages on fanfiction are for some pretty old stuff. They've got pages on newer fics too, its a great source of advertising, but the website was launched in 2004 it goes back ages and newer fics aren't crosswicked as much. So much of my fanfiction exposure was older stuff. The classics. And, of course, one of the fic types I came across was Nuzlocke fics. The idea of doing a Nuzlocke Challenge intrigued me, and the idea of writing a fic about it more so. And thus, my journey bega.

//I booted up my favorite game in the series, Pokemon Alpha Sapphire, and restarted. incidentally wiping several years worth of event legendaries and the event Blaziken I'd carried over from XY out of existance. I'm sorry XY Event Blaziken with Speed Boost and Blazikenite. You will be missed. What was I saying?

//Oh right, I restarted Alpha Sapphire, selected the female pc with blissful ignorance of my own gender fluidity, named her Mare, and began my run... I wrote one chapter and then gave up because I got too attached to the Pokemon and having to release them made me cry. But, while that was the end for that fic, it was not the end for Mare. I tried to write several more fics for her which, uh, weren't good and can hopefully stay buried forever. 14 year old me had a bit of a perverted streak that I am not proud of.

//Then roleplaying came into the picture. I've been roleplaying for... this'll be my 8th year roleplaying online. Jeez. Anyways, I used to do forum roleplays before I got kind of tired of that and stopped. Takes a lot of effort to maintain a forum roleplay and, honestly, a lot of the people on the site I used were assholes, elitists, gatekeepers, or all three. But I'm not here to trash talk people behind their backs.

//So, I started a Pokemon forum roleplay and repurposed Mare for it. Because my Nuzlocke fic was inspired by classic Nuzlocke fics, Mare could understand Pokemon for no explained reason other than to make it easier for the reader to grow attached to them before they die. I also gave her enhanced strength because I thought a teenage girl punching out Archie would be funny. Now, for the roleplay space, I had to explain it. Luckily, I remembered a movie I'd watched as a kid, Lucario and the Mystery of Mew, and also by that point it was 2020 and I was an avid Smash Ultimate player who mained Lucario. So I gave her Aura powers to justify it, added on Aura Vision, discovered Sapphire Pokespe existed halfway through making her character sheet and used her as Mare's faceclaim, and bada bing bada boom, Marie "Mare" Birch was born. But we aren't quite at final form Mare yet.

//In February of 2023 I joined Tumblr and one month later, in March, I discovered Pokemon IRL. Eager to join in, I created a blog for... Caleb Vixen, normal fox guy and intended self insert. I created Mare's blog 20 days later. When I created the blog I expanded her Aura Powers to include durability, healing, and any moves a Lucario can use (Aura Sphere mainly), and gave her the epithet Chosen of Rayquaza. Also, she was the worst. Like, she was still a hero but she was also an asshole. This was true of all versions of Mare up to that point. Its kind of incredible looking at her right now where her defining personality trait is being nice vs back when I started where her defining personality trait was being an asshole. Oh, also, when the blog started it had been six months since her Journey ended not five years I don't know how that happened.

//So, Chosen of Rayquaza, what did that mean? Nothing. I just thought it sounded cool. But, when I had Mare make a little joke about "I don't know what Chosen of Rayquaza means" it quickly gained a meaning, largely thanks to @pinkhairandpokemon, who introduced me to the concept of Chosen AUs which I had no idea existed at the time. Anyways, Mare ended up with Rayquaza powers and a savior complex and also became much nicer. Then a bunch of other stuff happened and a good chunk of it had to be retconned away and now you're here.

//tl;dr, she came from a Nuzlocke fic.

#ooc #ooc post #ooc ask

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siriuslysatorusimping · 10 months

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Who's going to bring up Geto first? I'm really curious about Gojo opening up to her about this in particular.

In another note, will Gojo ever know about Nanamin kissing our girl? And if so... Is it going to be a funny anecdote or is it going to bring a lil bit of drama/jealousy?

OOF you're literally comin' out the gates SWINGING with these two HEAVY HITTERS.

OKAY. I'm here for it lol I'm putting the answers under a cut because I apparently am incapable of actual short answers 🙃

1.) Who brings up Geto first?

Short answer: Gojo

With Geto, it's going to be... complicated lol.

In Rinko's eyes, there will never, ever be anyone who can replace Geto for Gojo. She sees herself in a solid second place forever. And honestly? She's okay with that.

It's going to be multiple conversations over time. Gojo is going to bring it up because she doesn't ever want to push him to talk about something she knows is so painful for him. But because Geto was the only other person he ever trusted completely, saw as a moral compass even, that kind of wound is going to take a lot of conversations and it's going to complicate things so much for him as he tries to navigate life with her by his side.

2.) Will Gojo ever know about Nanami kissing Rinko and if so, how will it go?

Short answer: He's going to find out. And it's really not going to go well.

Nanami is a different beast when it comes to jealousy for their relationship. He will become one of her very best friends, on an equal level with how close she is with Shoko. He is like a brother to her and he sees her as a complete dumbass older sister. But that's how Rinko and Nanami see it.

When it comes to jealousy, neither Rinko or Gojo actually gets jealous most of the time.

They joke about it, Rinko riles him up by teasing him about someone being better at making her cum. But he's very confident that he's the best she's ever had.

But, remember that there's one thing Rinko has already established for herself and Gojo knows it well: She'll never date a non-sorcerer because of how complicated that would be. She'll never commit to someone she can't be honest with.

And that's the reason Nanami is, in Gojo's eyes, a potential threat. Because he's a Jujutsu Sorcerer, he knows Rinko, and Gojo also knows that Nanami is likely interested in settling down one day and could offer that to her and he'll eventually start to fear that as a real possibility.

We just saw what happens when he gets a lil jealous of her going on a date in Hollow Echoes and it's going to go even worse than that because she isn't going to take shit from him over it.

I've actually got it mapped out, SO, I'll give you a lil preview of him being upset she had dinner with Nanami long after they already realized it would never work:

“I don’t tell you every time I have dinner with Shoko, either. I don’t have to tell you anything. And I fucking knew you’d get into a pissing match with him. I’ll have you know, I went on a few actual dates with him years ago-” “Did you fuck him?” he asked, his eyes darkening now. “What if I had?” she challenged, for once not doing it to push his buttons. “You really do have some fucking nerve to try to think you have any say in who else I fuck." Glaring at his hazy eyes, she continued. "As for dinner with Nanami this time, we grab dinner occasionally because we’re friends and he enjoys my company - as he should because I’m a goddamn fucking delight - and he missed the last train so he slept on my couch. I don't even know why you'd care-” “Because you’re mine,” he hissed, his eyes clearing for just a moment as he spoke. “Because I-” “I’m no more yours than you are mine,” she snapped, poking him in the chest. “It’s one thing to say that shit while we’re having sex-”

And yeah, that's just a tiny bit of this conversation 🙃🙃 I'll let you guess when this'll be lol

Thank you for your questions!!! Hopefully my rambling makes at least a bit of sense.

Read Another Level on AO3 :)

#gojo satoru #gojo fanfic #another level ask #another level #rinko and gojo

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crashdevlin · 1 year

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Fight the Fairies

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-nine of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Sam's still soulless, which is making everything more difficult for everyone, but things can only get better when Dean comes to an understanding with Y/n about how to move forward.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word count: 6324

Story Warnings: angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, mentions of physical violence against the reader, talk of aliens and abductions, Sam is a douchebag because no soul,

~~~

"What do you mean?" you asked, shaking your head. "Crowley has Sam's-"

"He took over Hell and he's got Sam's soul! What is hard about that?" Dean snapped, running his hand down his face.

"What's hard about-" You licked your lips and turned away from him. "Okay. First off, Dean, watch your tone with me. Second, it makes perfect sense that Crowley would have taken the throne after Sam threw himself and Lucifer and Michael into the Cage, but how did Crowley get Sam out? That Cage was built by God. There is only one way to open the lock. One way in after the Seals got busted. Did Crowley somehow get his hands on the Horseman rings?"

"Does it really matter?" Dean asked. He licked his lips and scoffed. "Does it matter how Crowley got in? He got in and he's got Sam. Don't you want the old Sammy back?"

You looked down. You honestly didn't care. The old Sam hadn't been much better for you than the one who didn't try to disguise how he felt he should own you because you were an omega.

"I want you happy and I know that this soulless prick won't make you happy." You sighed. "So, what, we...hunt for the King of Hell? That's what we do?"

"You can always leave," Sam offered, almost nonchalantly.

"Sam," Dean warned.

"If she doesn't want to be around the soulless prick, she can run back to Bobby." Sam shrugged. "She's not bound to any of us anymore. She can leave whenever she wants." He stood and looked down at you. You looked away, uncomfortable and angry. "But she won't. She won't leave because she needs to be with Dean."

"We know you don't have a soul, son," John started. "You don't have to prove it every time you open your mouth."

Sam shrugged again and turned away. "This is what we have to do. If she doesn't want to-"

"I didn't say that. Do not put words in my mouth, you gigantic psycho," you growled, still not looking at him.

"Sociopath. I'm pretty sure I count as a sociopath if I don't care about anything."

You rolled your eyes. "The semantics don't matter here, dick. What matters is I'm not going anywhere." You looked over at Dean and nodded. "I'm here. Whatever we need to do...whether it makes sense or not."

"Exactly like I said," Sam said, smugly.

"Shut it, Soulless," Dean snapped, before looking back at you. "Thank you. This'll be easier to swallow with you helping."

"That's something she's good at."

"Seriously, son?" John shook his head in disappointment. "Can you at least try to act like a normal human being?"

"I am trying. There's just only so much of that I can fake."

"Dean?" You stepped closer to him and looked up hopefully. "Can we talk now?"

He licked his lips and rubbed them together for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. Let's go talk."

"Wrap it before you tap it, Dean," Sam said before sitting on the edge of the bed and turning on the TV.

You stifled a growl at the idea that you were going to have sex and not a conversation about your future, wrenching the door open and heading out into the parking lot. Dean followed close behind.

"I know he's hard to deal with like that, but we're gonna fix-"

"I don't care," you interrupted, turning to him with a smile on your face. "Fuck him. I don't care. I care about you. I care about us. So, let's ignore that particular problem and move on. Bigger things. Better things."

He nodded and his lips twitched into a slight smile. "I can do that. I mean, obviously, we gotta fix Sam but-"

"That’s not happening right now." You leaned against the hood of the Impala and looked up at him. "So...where are we?"

"Where do you wanna be?" He reached up and scratched at the back of his neck before shrugging. "I don't know. This is just...this is new. It's hard."

"Why? Why does it have to be hard? You just...you admitted to how you feel. You know how I feel. Why does it have to be hard?"

"Because I've spent half of our lives pushing you away, Y/n!" He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before turning away. "That’s not so easy to turn off, ya know? I mean, I've felt like this since you were a teen and it's just gotten stronger and I still pushed you away. I still pushed you off on Sam and I don't really know why I kept doing that, even after everything that he did to you, and after you got so mad every time I did but-"

"Castiel was right, Dean. You've never thought you were worthy of anything good."

"Definitely not worthy of something as good as you." He stepped closer, slotting himself between your knees. "We...can make this work, right?"

You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair, smiling softly. "Do you love me?"

He leaned into your touch and let his eyes flutter closed. "Yeah. I do."

"Then we can make this work. If you love me, if you want to be my alpha and partner, you don't even need to mark me...but you can't push me away anymore. You have to let me be with you. Just you."

His eyes popped open. "No more Dad?"

"No John. Definitely no Sam. Just you. I just want you."

"Okay. I just want you, too."

You smiled at the words. The idea of being his, finally after all these years, was intoxicating.

You wrapped your hand in the collar of his brown undershirt and pulled him down for a kiss. His hands grabbed at your hips as his tongue slipped between your lips. You sighed happily into his mouth at the taste of him. He was perfect. He was everything.

He gently pushed you back and kissed down your neck, paying reverent attention to the pristine skin over your scent gland. That skin was for him, whenever he wanted to sink his teeth into it.

You whimpered and whined, writhing under him like a good omega does, as he kissed his way back up and licked at your bottom lip. "All mine?" he whispered against your lips.

“All yours, Alpha,” you whispered back.

“She’s not into exhibitionism, Dean,” Sam said, suddenly behind Dean. “But if you want to take her like a true alpha, then-”

“Shut up, Sam,” you and Dean said simultaneously.

You stood straight as Dean stepped back. Sam was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. You rolled your eyes at the smug smirk on his lips. “When he takes me, it won’t be where you can bear witness,” you snapped, pushing past him into the room.

“You okay?” John asked quietly.

You smiled as Dean grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled him away from the room. “I’m good, John.” You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I think this might finally be the turning point.”

He patted your back. "We just gotta keep Sam in line and you'll be fine."

You pulled back, smile still firm on your face as you looked up into his eyes. "I'm sure Sam won't be a problem."

~~~~

“Aliens. We can’t-” You giggled as you read the article. “We’re not...this is some Giorgio Tsoulakos shit, if ever I read it. I can’t. I can’t even.”

“Of course it’s not aliens,” John said, reading over your shoulder. “But there are four missing persons in Elwood, Indiana. Something’s going on there.”

“Who says it’s our kinda thing?” Sam asked, irritated.

“I do,” John and Dean said at the same time.

“Fine. We’ll go. Four missing people and stuff disappearing folks from cornfields does...kinda...sound like it might be kinda like it’s our kinda thing,” you admitted.

“Yeah, ‘cause we needed your approval,” Sam grumbled.

“Ya know what, Sam, I have had it up to here with your backtalk and bullshit and-” You raised your hand over your head and growled at him.

“Omega, sit down and shut up,” Sam demanded.

You snarled as you sat down on the closest chair and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You really gotta stop using the Voice on her, man. We’ve talked about this,” Dean said before turning to you. “Stand up and stop shutting up.”

“She’s easier to deal with when she’s quiet.”

“So are you,” you snapped.

“Think he’d be scarier if he weren’t talking,” John said, quietly.

You looked over at Sam as he pulled his gun apart. He was definitely scarier when he was being silent...but it wasn’t like you could really tell what was happening in his head, even when he was speaking.

“He’s always kinda scary now,” you whispered.

~~~~

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with Dean?” John asked as you readied to head off and ask questions about the ‘aliens’.

“And leave you with Robo-Sam?” You shook your head. “Unfortunately, because of the way they’ve attached to each other, Dean is the only one who can even begin to tame that beast. Let’s just go and get this done.”

John nodded and patted your back as you left the motel room. You were met with a half a dozen skeptics and that made you a little happy. Yes, there were things people didn't know but you were a hunter and little green men didn't exist.

"Somethin' took that boy but it wasn’t no aliens. Had to be a damn serial killer."

“They just left. Who’d wanna stay in Elwood?”

“We’re gonna find ‘em in Vegas in a week. It’s fine.”

“It’s fairies, not aliens.”

You blinked at the woman a few times. “Fairies?” you asked, biting the inside of your lip.

“Yes. Fairies...or elves, if you’d prefer,” she said, a little on edge. “I...I know it sounds like-like I’m sniffing glue but-”

“We didn’t say that, ma’am,” John said.

“No, the other two did. They were not kind. Well, the one with the short hair was but-” You rolled your eyes. Of course Sam was being an asshole to weird old ladies.

“The other two aren’t with us,” you explained with a smile. “We’re at a competing newspaper. Actually, if you wanted to talk to us about this theory of yours, that would be great.” The woman looked excited that you wanted to listen to her, but you could feel John’s annoyance at having to listen so you patted his chest. “Why don’t you go find someone else to interview? I can handle Miss Marion.”

John gave you a smile that said he was more thankful than he could put into words but you could feel it. You knew he was grateful.

“Would you like some tea?” Marion asked with a bright smile.

You chuckled and shook your head. “I’d really prefer coffee, actually. There a cafe around here somewhere?”

She led you to a cafe on the corner and the two of you sat down with a coffee and a tea. “People always talk to me like I’m crazy when I mention the fae but they’re real!”

“So…’fae’ is what we’re going with?”

“Well, ‘fae’, ‘fairies’, ‘sprites’ and ‘spriggens’, ‘bogarts’ and ‘brownies’. The little people have many names.” She smiled as she took a small sip of her tea. “There’s also gnomes and goblins. They’re all fae.”

“So, even the big’uns like goblins are fairies?”

“Goblins aren’t that big, darling, but they are fae. Magical, mischievous creatures from the realm next door.”

“Wait, there’s a fairy realm?” you asked and she nodded, humming in affirmation. “Another dimension or something?”

“Another reality, yes!” she said, excited. “Only people who have been there and returned can see the fae in our world.”

“So…” You wrote down a few notes in your notebook, things to check into when you got back to the motel, before looking back up at her. “If it’s fairies, or some type of fae folk, doing this...why do you think they’re abducting people?”

“Oh, through the years there’s been a lot of theory about that, but very little concrete fact. What I do know for certain is they only take the firstborn sons-”

“Like Rumplestiltskin,” you interrupted.

“Yes, exactly!” she exclaimed. “Personally, I’ve always ascribed to the idea that they are stolen away to Avalon in order to service King Oberon. He’s the king of the fairies.”

“Husband to Titania. I know this one.” You smiled, thinking about the ancient copy of Shakespeare Bobby gave you as a girl. “So...assuming that’s what’s happening here, what can we do to stop them?” you asked. A Midsummer Night's Dream didn’t give you any insight into how to kill a fairy.

“Oh. Stop them? Well, winning their favor is-” she started but you interrupted her.

“Not the best way to stop them, is it? That’s just the best way to make sure they stick around.”

“Oh, I suppose you’re right. They do love cream and if you provide them with it, they’ll want you to provide more.” She tapped a finger against her chin and sighed. Her eyes lit up as the lightbulb went off in her brain. “All fairies hate iron and the dark fae will burn when touched by silver...and if you ever need to distract a fairy, you just spill sugar or salt in front of them. Even the most powerful fairy will have to stop and count each and every single grain.”

You wrote xsilver xiron pocket of salt on your notepad and picked up your coffee. “Marion, you have been a lot of help. Thank you so much.”

You finished out a nice drink with the woman before texting John to find his location. You found him waiting for you on a bus stop bench and he stood with a smile. “So, she tell you where to find the Smurfs?”

You laughed. “Be nice! She actually had some actionable information, okay? If she’s right…”

“Big ‘If’.”

You sighed and shook your head. “If she’s right, then these things are just like other monsters. They don’t like silver or iron and we can use salt against them, though not the way you’d think and-”

“Hey. How was your info search?” Dean asked, walking up.

“Not too bad,” you responded, looking around for the younger Winchester brother. “Where’s Robocop?”

“Oh, he is...watching the watchmaker,” Dean said, gesturing at the opposite side of the street. “Dude seemed a few cards short of a deck and he definitely gave the ‘knows more than he’s telling us’ vibe.”

“That’s interesting. Any fairies at the watch shop?” John asked, smirking.

“Oh, you, uh, talked to that lady, too?”

“No, see, I actually talked to her instead of insulting her and making her feel crazy.” You pulled out your notebook and tapped it against Dean’s chest. “All the things we’ve gone against, you really draw the line at fae folk? That’s where you say ‘too weird to be real’? Really?”

“First off, it was Sam that insulted the crazy old bat, but come on. She was nuts. Have either of you ever heard of an actual encounter with a fairy?” You opened your mouth to respond, but he put his finger up. “From a hunter?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. “Two years ago, you didn’t think angels were real. Five years ago, you didn’t think vampires were real...because you’d never heard of a hunter going against one.”

“Oh-okay, but come on. Fairies?! Please.” You rolled your eyes, tucking your notebook into your pocket and turning away from him. You’d look further into the fairy angle by yourself. You didn’t want to hear his bullshit about it...or John and Sam’s for that matter. “Anyway, I was about to drive out to the cornfield and take a look at the crop circles. You wanna come with, Y/n?”

You shook your head. “Nah, I’m good. I’ll just-”

“Think he’s angling for some alone time with you, darlin’,” John said, quietly.

“That’s…” Your cheeks heated up. You and Dean hadn’t had an opportunity to be alone since you’d made your declarations and Sam had interrupted your makeout session. “I mean...we’re in the middle of a job and-”

“And I’m just askin’ you to come with me on this case. That’s all. Please?” Dean’s eyes sparkled as he nodded toward the Impala parked on the street.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, stepping off the sidewalk to get in the passenger side of the car. You’d look up the lore on fairies when you got back to the motel. “I’ll start looking into the other missing men,” John said, waving as he walked to his truck.

Dean looked over at you a few times as he drove out of town. “So...Sam is…”

“I don’t wanna talk about Sam,” you started.

“Yeah, okay.” He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, sighing. “So, we haven’t been able to...talk much since…”

“We’ve been busy. Sam being soulless is taking a toll on our free time.”

“Well, I’ve been tryin’ to get you alone.” You looked over at him, eyes big. “You didn’t notice? Since we were doin’ the skinwalker. But every time I’ve tried, you’ve been too busy or Sam was bein’ a cockblocker or that one time when you said you absolutely had to have a shower before dinner because you smelled like dog so you refused to come with me to get food and I get that and I know it’s not ideal for us to be travelin’ with Sam and Dad but I-”

“Dean, I didn’t realize.” You shook your head. “I’m sorry. I’m so dumb.”

“It’s not your fault. Most of that is Sam. I know most of that is Sam. Like I said, he’s been being a cockblock, but I just…” He reached over and took your hand, running his thumb across the back of your hand. “We don’t even have to do anything. I just like having you with me...just me and you, without their scents and attitudes muddying everything up.”

You smiled and turned your hand over to grasp his. “You are wonderful when you try to be, Dean Winchester.”

“Only when I try, huh?”

“Only when you try.”

When he pulled into a patch of mud between the cornfield and the road, he smiled at you and leaned over to press his lips to yours. “Sorry. Needed that,” he whispered when the kiss was done, forcing a smile from you.

“Don’t worry. I needed it too...but now we gotta go look at the crop circles.”

“But later? Can we…”

You ran your hand down his cheek. "Yeah. Later, we can."

You could feel his cheek heat up under your palm, blood rushing to the skin. "One more kiss first?" he asked in a whisper.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his again. It started off slow, sweet, lazy almost, but then it shifted as he grabbed your hip and pulled you closer to him. You leaned into it, your instincts taking over as you shifted into his lap and deepened the kiss. He growled and pulled you harder into his lap. It was perfect, the way he seemed to radiate need.

‘One more kiss’ turned into fifteen minutes of making out and dry humping in the front seat. Dean was just about to pull open the button on your jeans when his phone went off in his pocket.

You both groaned out loud as you pulled away from each other. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he looked at his phone. “Great.” He put the phone to his ear as you got off of his lap. “What?” That tone could only mean Sam was on the other end of the phone, cockblocking you again.

You got out of the car and started walking around the cornfield, listening to Dean on the phone with Sam. It wasn’t long before you heard him shout ‘UFO! UFO!’. You rushed through the corn, trying to find Dean, but you could only hear him shouting into his phone. “Close encounter! Close encounter!”

“Dean! Where are you?!” you shouted.

“Y/n! Run! They’re after me!”

You ran toward him, pulling out a silver knife. “Dean!”

“Empathy, Sam!” Dean yelled. “Empathy!”

You gasped as a bright light flashed through the cornfield. “Shit! Dean! What happened? Where are you?” Your hand went to your chest, a feeling of panic and terror filling you...but not your panic and terror: Dean’s.

You pulled out your phone and called him, following the sound of the ringtone to find his phone lying in the dirt. “Shit, shit, shit,” you whispered, picking up his phone and switching your call to connect with John. “Dean’s been abducted!”

“Abducted? Wha-”

“Bright white light and then he was gone and I can’t--John, I can’t-there's so much panic and I can't tell where his panic ends and mine begins and-"

"Breathe. I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't move."

You were trying to focus on breathing, knowing that if you could still feel him it meant he was still alive and that meant you could get him back, when John pulled his truck into the cornfield and jumped out. He didn't say a word. He just wrapped his arms around you and let you cry into his chest. "Can't lose him again, John."

"We won't. We'll do some research and figure out how to get him back, okay?" John pulled back and looked down at you. "We're gonna get him back. I promise. Come on."

"Library at the community college?"

He nodded and helped you into the truck. You tried to keep hope but the panic refused to leave you.

~~~

A few hours later, you were sitting at a table in the library, a stack of books on fairies in front of you while John poured over books on extraterrestrials. You couldn’t focus. Nothing was telling you how to get people back from the fairy realm, if that was even where Dean was, and there was nothing on how to get a UFO to reappear.

“What about Cas?” you asked as soon as the thought hit your mind. You looked up and caught John’s eyes, feeling desperation claw at your insides. “Do you think he’d answer if we called?”

The alpha sighed and shrugged. “I’m not sure. We could always try. I haven’t tried to talk to him, but Sam says he’s been distant since the Apocalypse. Only really answers to Dean.”

You closed your eyes and you were about to start praying when a feeling of deep confusion fell over you. It wasn’t your confusion. “Oh, fuck,” you whispered, the words tumbling out of you on a single breath. “John. He’s back. I think he’s back.” You jumped up from your chair and grabbed your jacket off of the back of it. “Take me back to the cornfield. Come on!”

By the time you made it back to the site of Dean’s abduction, the confusion had been replaced with annoyance and anger. The cornfield was empty but you could smell Dean. It was new and strong and there was gunpowder in the air too. “He’s back. I can smell-”

“Looks like he came out shooting,” John confirmed, dropping down to pick up a shell casing.

“Motel?” you suggested, trying to figure out where Dean would have gone. John nodded and the both of you ran to get in the truck.

As you were pulling into the parking lot in front of your motel room, a curvy woman with wavy brunette hair walked out with clothes in her hands. She smelled like Sam and sex. “Oh, hey!” she said, smiling as shut the door behind her. “Are you guys friends with Sam and Dean?”

“Yeah. Friends. Who are you?” John asked, but you knew he could smell her.

“Oh. I’m Sparrow, I met Sam at the-”

You rolled your eyes. “Tell it to the guys at Burning Man, honey. Go away,” you snapped as you pushed open the door and stepped inside. You launched yourself at Dean, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. “I was so scared.”

Dean took a deep breath and kissed the top of your head. “I wasn’t gonna let ET take me away from you, baby.”

“Your dad and I were trying to figure out how to get you back and I could feel that you were-”

“Sshh. It’s all good, Y/n. I’m back. I know you were tryin’. I could feel you tryin’ to get me back. Made me fight harder.” He pulled back and looked into your eyes. “I’m back. It’s okay.”

“Come on, he wasn’t even gone that long,” Sam said, rolling his eyes.

“Long enough for you to go find someone to comfort you,” you snapped, turning to him. “Tell me, Sam, have you always gone for the ‘Shaving and showering is an affront to the Mother Goddess’ kinda girls or is that just because you lost your soul?”

“She was hot...and she was trimmed.”

“How your standards have fallen, son. Used to be obsessed with a sweet little omega and now you’re bangin’ patchouli bitches while your brother is missing.” You looked over and gave John a smile.

“Who are we kidding? He’s still obsessed with a sweet little omega. That’s why he’s such a prick to her.” Dean patted your back and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ve had better,” Sam said nonchalantly.

“No, you haven’t,” Dean and John said at the same time.

“I’ve only had one better,” John continued.

“And I’ve had none better...and I’ve had a lot more than you,” Dean finished.

“Well, my numbers have risen a lot lately so I’m catching up and-” Sam stood and grabbed a few beers from the fridge. “I’ll find better.”

“Keep looking, but do it when your brother isn’t missing, asshole,” you snapped.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam said, handing a beer to each of you. “So, come on. Talk to us. What happened?”

“Well, uh, there was this...God help me, guys, there was this bright white light!” Dean said, taking a drink.

“It’s okay.” Sam patted his brother’s leg, seeming to try to mimic empathy. “Safe room.”

“And then suddenly, I was...uh, I was in a different place. And there were these beings...and they were too bright to look at, but I could feel them pulling me towards this sort of...table-”

“Probing table!” Sam exclaimed, happily.

“God, don’t say that out loud!”

“Right, sorry,” Sam said, shaking his head.

“So, what’d you do?” you asked.

“I went crazy. I had to get back here. Had to get back to you guys, so I started hacking and slashing and firing. They actually seemed surprised. I don’t think anybody’s ever done that before. I guess they don’t usually take fighters. Yeah. I had a close encounter...and I won.”

You all looked at each other, ideas and silent communication zipping through the air. “You should take a shower,” Sam said.

Dean sniffed at himself and nodded. “I should take a shower. I’m gonna. I’m gonna take a shower now,” he said, standing and walking into the bathroom.

You tapped your fingers against the table as the shower turned on. You couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t aliens. Yes, Marion had been a bit, well, unstable, but...bright lights, beings too bright to see, a table? Why did that have to equate to aliens? You were in that cornfield with Dean. There was no ship. He wasn’t beamed up anywhere. It was like Dean got yanked into another universe.

You called Bobby from the parking lot, sitting on the tailgate of John’s truck, far away from the Winchesters who would all make fun of you for even entertaining the idea.

“Of course Fae are real. I had a hell of a time putting the silver to a leprechaun once. Oh, and you know how Garth got into the business, right?” Bobby asked, reminding you of the first time the panicked dentist called you and Bobby.

“Yeah, but I...I guess I always assumed that when he said ‘Tooth Fairy’, he was...mistaken? But that does make sense, that they’re real, especially if you’ve fought a leprechaun before. So, silver is the right way to go then?” You looked behind you as Dean walked out of the room, hair damp from his shower.

“Yeah. Silver is the right way to go...once you find the damn things. They are sneaky buggers and you can’t see ‘em unless they want you to see them...or if you’ve been on the other side, which means Dean is gonna be your eyes on this. Gimme an hour or two and I’ll email you what you need, girl.”

“Thanks, Bobby. What would I do without you?”

“Same thing, just slower. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye.” You hung up the phone and jumped down from the tailgate, closing it and walking over to Dean. “Feel better now that you’ve washed the little green men off of you?”

“Very funny. I had a-”

“Close encounter, I know. Can we talk about that, though?”

“What? It’s not really something I know how to talk about so…”

You sighed and reached out, setting your hands on his head. “Just think about it for me. Think about being over there and fighting for your life to get back to us and what it felt like and...how you got home.”

Dean closed his eyes, obviously catching on that you wanted to try to use your connection to see what he’d seen. “This isn’t going to work.”

“Not if you don’t think it’s going to work, it’s not. Now, hush. Just think about it.”

He sighed heavily and took a deep breath. For several minutes, you got nothing from him but the warmth of his skin under your fingertips, but just as you were about to give up you saw a flash of bright light. Bright white. Beautiful but too much to look at. You flinched and Dean let out a gasp as you tried to look away from the image being projected into your mind.

“Holy shit, it worked.” Dean’s words forced you to open your own eyes.

“Yeah. It worked. Um...I...don’t think...you were abducted by aliens. I’m working an alternative theory but it’s still in its infancy so I will share it with you after I talk to Bobby in the morning, okay?”

“Okay, um...can we...it’s later,” he asked, a bit sheepishly.

“It’s also almost 5 am and I’m exhausted and so are you. Another time, Dean.”

You started to maneuver around him to go inside, but he stepped in front of you. “Okay, I get that it’s late or early or whatever, but can we at least share a bed? None of this ‘you on the couch’ business. You’re my omega, Y/n. I don’t care if it’s awkward for Dad anymore...and Sammy obviously doesn’t care. Come to bed with me.” His voice was soft and his eyes were shining, begging.

You smiled up at him and shook your head a bit. “There you are again, Mr. Winchester, tryin’ to be wonderful.”

“Which means I am wonderful. Let’s get some rest.”

~~~

You were sure, as soon as you read the scans from Bobby, that you were dealing with fairies. This was confirmed by the sprite Dean nuked in the motel microwave. John and Sam couldn’t see it, but you had to look away from the bloody, exploded fairy. “You can’t smell that?” you asked.

“You can?” John asked, shutting the microwave door.

"Yeah. Probably for the same reason Dean can."

"You haven't seen the fairy realm, though, so that doesn't make any fucking sense, Y/n," Sam said, eyebrow raising.

"Except...I've seen Dean's memories of it. I guess that's good enough...because I can also see that bloody mess in there...and it smells like something out of a dumpster." You sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the men. "Are you guys ready to listen to me about the fairies? I've got information from Bobby and from the woman you accused of sniffing glue."

The men exchanged looks before nodding and sitting down to listen.

"So, what, we thinking the watchmaker?" John asked.

You were thinking the watchmaker, Mr. Brennan, was the culprit. Someone had to have called to the Fae. You went to the watch shop, Sam insisting that he needed to be your back-up. You sat in the truck and watched the man, uncomfortable with Sam’s proximity but unwilling to let him win.

“Dean said that having a soul was suffering. Do you agree with that?” His question seemed to come out of nowhere. It was sudden and had no lead-up. “Does your soul make you suffer?”

“What kind of question is that?” You turned to look at him.

“A legitimate one. Look, I’m still trying to get a handle on this whole ‘soul’ thing and I really want to know what you think.”

“Since when do you care what I think? I’m just a weak little omega, right?” You looked out the side window to see the man in the red cap walk into the watch shop. “Souls are suffering. They are guilt and darkness and despair, but they’re also happiness and love and light.”

“Man. You sound like a poem,” he said, laughing. You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. “So, you like having your soul? I mean, even though it’s the reason why you have nightmares of Hell and it’s the reason you will always feel like you’re not good enough.”

Your eyes went unfocused as you thought about his words. You had been through quite a lot. You had a lot of pain. But wasn’t that part of being a hunter? Wasn’t that part of being human?

“I don’t know what to say. You’re not wrong, but...you're also not right. Pain is human. You don't have pain, Sam."

"So I'm not human to you?"

You bit your bottom lip and turned to look at him again. It was a good question, one you’d specifically been avoiding since the incident with Veritas. “No,” you eventually answered. “No, Sam, I don’t think you really are human right now. I think you’re missing too much of what makes a human so...you’re more monster than you’ve ever been.” He opened his mouth to say something but you continued. “Even when you were under Ruby’s thumb and dark as shit, you had anger and doubt and guilt for the things you’d done; for the things you’d planned to do. You don’t have any of that. You have base, animal needs pushing you forward, but you don’t have desires. You are…”

Your words failed you so you just shook your head and looked back out the window at the watch shop. “You’re not human.”

“I think you’re right,” eventually came from the passenger seat of the truck.

It didn’t take long for you and Sam to take down the leprechaun, the fact that you could see the Fae making you an invaluable asset that Sam didn’t even seem to need, focusing on pure stubbornness and his senses to get through. When the UFO hunting leprechaun offered to save Sam’s soul, you almost expected a little hesitation, but there was none. Sam turned him down and you threw salt on the ground in front of the Fae, distracting the thing long enough for Sam to speak the incantation to send them all back to their own realm.

“You didn’t even think about it.”

“A deal with a fairy isn’t any better than a deal with a demon.” He looked over at you and shrugged. “Haven’t we learned our lessons on that one?”

“Have we? Aren’t we still hunting for Crowley?”

His eyebrows went up at your words. “Maybe we shouldn’t be.”

“I’ve been sayin’,” you responded, pulling into the motel lot and jumping down from the truck’s cab. Dean and John walked out of the motel room and you smiled at them. “Problem solved. Leprechaun and all Fae dispatched back to their own private realm. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Dean smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you walked in to grab your bags. “You are the best! How’d it go down? Was it the watchmaker?”

“Watchmaker called the Fairies. Wayne Whittaker was the leprechaun,” Sam started, following you into the room.

“He offered to get Sam’s soul back and Sam rejected the deal immediately.”

Dean and John both turned to stare at the younger Winchester. “You didn’t even-”

“What would be the point?” Sam leaned down to pick up his duffel and slinged it over his shoulder. “We can get my soul back from Crowley without too much trouble and without a deal.”

“You sure this isn’t just you wanting to stay without your soul, son?” John asked, running his hand through his hair.

“I’m sure. I want my soul back,” he said, obviously trying to convince everyone.

“Of course, he does. Why wouldn’t he want his soul back?” Dean asked, obviously trying to convince himself.

“Let’s load up and get going. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Sammy, you can ride with Dad. I want some alone time with Y/n.”

“Sure.”

You were glad that was the end of the conversation. You threw your duffel in the back of the Impala and climbed into the front next to Dean. You were ready to move on...and try to figure out how to make Sam Winchester a human again.

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