#this is how romeo and juliet should've gone
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Sam marks time. Dean doesn't know why. Their watches still tick and that weird clock in the library still traces the hours and Sam writes them out on the chalkboard in the kitchen: one day and then two and then three and then—Dean doesn't keep track, doesn't want to look. The sun rises and midnight comes and it's another day in an empty world. He's not sure what the benefit of knowing how long it's been is, other than a hair shirt. Sam's good at constructing those but Dean's never felt the need. The hair shirt rides with him, inside his skin. Never really goes away.
Two remaining humans on Earth. Jack's a question mark. He spends a lot of his time split between his bedroom and sitting out on the side of the plant above the bunker. Taking in the air, or something. Dean would ask but he doesn't know what to say. When they failed—this bad. When it's their fault and there's no excuse to offer.
Sam would say it wasn't their fault but Chuck's. At least another Sam would. He tried on that first day after they came home, Chuck's glee searing some new kind of pain over every one of Dean's bones, and Sam's supposed to be the optimistic one but even he couldn't get through it. They could have, they should have. On that first night they both get very, very drunk, and Dean does have the thought somewhere between the last moments of lucidity and blackout that—okay, so they should've played their roles—at least Earth would be alive, at least there'd still be the old lady who worked the register at the grocery store and little kids selling chiclets in Acapulco and the Denver Broncos—but really, would that have been the end? If they'd gone full Romeo and Juliet. If he'd shot Sam in the head and then cut his own wrists and waited, the blood pooling into a lake, feeling every weakening heartbeat as the punishment he deserved. Would that have been enough? Or would the writer have realized that ending wasn't satisfying, either, and there'd be—shock, surprise—another sequel, the show renewed another year, and the Winchesters would be dragged back from death to enact some new version of melodrama? Dean watched a lot of soaps, back in the day, waiting through dull lonely days until he could dig a grave under cover of darkness. He knows no one ever got free, unless they got recast, and on an empty Earth there was fat chance of that. Which he explained to Sam, but Sam might've passed out by that point.
Fourth day of an empty Earth they get in a fight. It's halfhearted at best. Dean's hungover and Sam's jittery and terrified because there's nothing he can think of to fix what's gone wrong and Jack's quiet, a kicked dog not wanting attention in case another boot comes its way. Dean drank the last cup of coffee and Sam's pissed at him and then Dean's furious. It feels pointless even as it's happening. Sam gives him that look like he expects more and Dean throws his empty mug at the wall and leaves the kitchen and every ounce of anger drains out as soon as he's in the hall. He takes a shower—by some miracle, they're still getting water and power and light—and leans his aching head against the cold tile and doesn't cry but maybe he'd feel better if he could. It keeps not coming. When he dries off he pulls on boxers and a t-shirt and goes back to the kitchen and the pieces of the mug have been swept up and left in a broken pile on the kitchen island. Visual metaphor. He hopes Chuck appreciates it.
Sam's in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with a beer in hand. Ten in the morning. "Stealing my move," Dean says.
Sam doesn't look at him. Dean sits beside him on the bed and looks at the wall, too. Says, "Where's Jack?" and Sam says, all rusted edges, "Outside," and Dean doesn't know how the kid does it. When the door's closed on the bunker it feels—not good but not all that different than it used to. When they were alone down here, and the world could pass by overhead unknown. The silence down here is something Dean loved. The silence out there—
He takes the beer out of Sam's hand. Sam lets him. He takes a deep swallow. Then he sets the beer on the bedside table, and then he sets his hand on the back of Sam's neck, and then watches Sam close his eyes and his jaw flex. Dean doesn't want to ask; he doesn't have to.
They fuck. It's not good or bad. Dean's brain shuts off and when he comes to they're panting and it stinks kind of, Sam's sweat and the jizz in the air and two bodies sticking together. Sam's arm is curled under Dean's head and Dean turns his face down into Sam's bicep, hides his eyes from the light. His hangover hasn't gone away and may never. He says, "If we could've," and can't finish, but Sam knows what he means.
"We had our whole lives to learn how," Sam says. Very quiet. He lays his hand on Dean's belly and his forehead tips down against the back of Dean's head. Kind of hurts, bone to bone. "I never could. Could you?"
Sam's blood on his hands in exchange for seven billion lives, plus or minus a few. His gut aches. He can't respond but Sam doesn't seem to expect him to.
Refractory periods being what they are in a man's forties, Dean can't wipe his brain clean again the way he'd prefer. He leaves Sam's room and gets drunk again instead. In the morning he's hungover, and Sam's made coffee, and the chalkboard says it's day five.
#happy wincest wednesday#my writing#ww lottery#a random ficlet for episode 326#i actually forgot it was wednesday for a while#but then remembered i had to take out the trash#and also that i had to do this other thing
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This is best balcony scene ever, Romeo and Juliet have nothing on this.
#tokyo revengers#tokrev#keisuke baji#matsuno chifuyu#bajifuyu#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers spoilers#this is how romeo and juliet should've gone
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If I Could Turn Back Time
Tonight was prom! What an exciting time to hang with your friends and even maybe your crush..
The Party was pretty excited for the night, Mike was going with El, Dustin was going with Suzie, Max was going with Lucas, and Will said he'd rather not go with anyone.
Everyone was in the gym, hanging and dancing, Mike and El stayed by the snacks, laughing and flirting.
"You look very pretty tonight, El" Mike flirted in a cheesy way.
Eleven blushed "Thank you, Mike" She smiled, the gym doors opened and Mike looked toward the noise.
Y/n L/n and Thomas Cavinara.
For some reason, Mike got a flashback of a younger him and y/n talking.
Flashback*
"Hey, Mike!" Y/n caught the lanky boy's attention.
"What" He asked bluntly.
"Could I maybe go to the snowball with you?" She asked, hoping he'd say yes.
"Uhh.. Sorry, I'm going with someone else.." Y/n's smile broke into a frown.
"Oh.. It's alright.. I understand" The poor girl walked away, feeling heart broken that her crush was going with someone else, but alas, she did understand.
End Of Flashback*
Mike felt a little jealous- wait? Jealous? Him? Mike Wheeler? No! Of course not! But he did, he did feel a little jealous that Thomas was going with her instead of himself, but how could he feel those feelings when he's clearly going with Eleven!
She was all pretty and wrapped up in a beautiful purple dress with a beautiful dark purple bow at her waist, her hair was hung low and had rhinestones in it, Mike saw her never saw true beauty as it tried like that. Never.
A few minutes later the two got on the dance floor, so Mike shoved El to the dance floor too, the lanky boy watched as the two danced.
"Hello, Hawkins Highschool!" A teacher called out, and the whole room cheered "We've got a few select songs we'd like a happy couple to sing! Who's up for the challenge?" A lot of couples raised their hands, y/n and Thomas were the ones that got picked.
The song they chose was Until I Found You x I'd Rather Die.
(I know it's not from the 80s but it's perfect so shut up)
"Georgia, wrap me up in your- I want you in my arms, oh let me hold you. I'll never let you go again like I did oh, used to say" Thomas stopped before the singing the rest:
" 'I would never fall in love again until I found her.' I said 'I would never fall unless it's into' I was lost in the darkness, but then I found her. I found you" Thomas smiled and held down the microphone for y/n's turn.
"Heaven, when I held you again. How could, we just ever be friends? I would, rather die then let you go, Juliet to your Romeo, how I heard you say" Thomas took a step up to her and kissed her.
KISSED HER!
The nerve of that guy! He didn't even ask and he just went in! Mike scoffed as El and everyone else watched their love bloom in that one moment.
Y/n dropped her mic and cupped his face as his arms snaked around her waist, Mike suddenly felt more jealous than ever as the world slowed down.
Why was he feeling this?! He had no relationship with y/n ever! He's never even done a project with her!
So why is he feel this?
Thomas broke the loving kiss and finished the rest of the song: "I was lost in the darkness until I found her. I found you" Thomas smiled at the pretty girl, her face was lit up and she jumped into his arms.
Making Mike silently furious.
About 10 minutes after the couple went close to the gym doors before Mike stopped y/n in her tracks.
"Hey y/n" Mike looked down.
"Oh uh.. Hi Mike"
"Can I talk to you?" He then looked at Thomas with a glare "In private?"
"Uhh sure?" She said, the two walked out and she raised her eyebrow. "Soo, what's up?"
"Y/n, I'm so sorry"
"For what"
"For saying no all those years ago"
"What?"
"When you asked me to the snowball and I said no? I could've said yes and I should've! But I didn't because-"
"You were going with someone else. I know Mike, I forgive you for it"
"Why would you?! That was a bad move! I should've gone with you! But maybe.. We could hang out for the rest of the night?"
She shook her head "I'm sorry, Mike, it would be hard to say I'd wanna go when I really don't. I've fallen out of love for you years ago. But the girl you're going with now, I'll say she's lucky to go with someone like you"
"And I'll say he's lucky to go with someone like you too, y/n/n"
She smiled at him and hugged him, his heart cracked a little from how warm her hug was, knowing he'll never experience it again.
She and Thomas walked passed him and he drove her home, Mike looked down, replaying the scene of when Thomas kissed her.
It could've been Mike..
(835 words not including word count)
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literalllyyyy trying to be on Tumblr right now I'm like. just connecting grief to the blorbos.
"man Jason Todd should've stayed dead because if my kid came back years from now mad at me I wouldnt be able to live anymore I would want him to kill me brutally I don't know if I would let him or if I'd actively ask him to It Is That Bad" LOLLL !!! I'm literally looking at Bruce as a character and thinking dear God how have you not killed yourself already? rather, how haven't you tried? how are you alive? That's less realistic to me than like, surviving a fall from space or dodging five million bullets somehow or healing that well from severe, repeated, physical injury. I understand the survivors' guilt of losing someone who took care of you. It's hard it's so much but it's different....
How do you get past it when you failed somebody you were supposed to take care of? Somebody you wanted to save more than anything? Somebody you did save, so many times, but not this time? That's a different kind of guilt. It wasn't my fault it happened. But I still failed him because I did not save him, I wasn't there soon enough, by minutes, by seconds, I was too late, truly something out of a Shakespearean tragedy, the irony. you understand?
I understand all of the "stupid" mistakes that killed Romeo and Juliet. People only die in foolish ways. It was a difference of minutes, maybe seconds. So many ways the story could've been anything else, but that's not what I lived.
And that's how every tragedy is; it isn't always something you know you couldn't change, it isn't always something greater than you. sometimes, it's so many small decisions that lead to a final, stupid catalyst. it's so many different paths you could've gone down, you could've walked away unscathed and whole, before you hit a point of no return, the point of despair. if only you'd known. if only.
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Chapter 35
No. As much as I want to, this is not a Taylor Swift reference.
THE ROAD SO FAR
Red
John 'Soap' MacTavish
Site Hotel Bravo, Afghanistan
The plan was simple, infiltrate the area, locate for intel regarding Nero and leave. The darkness of the cave was at their advantage, but despite all that, the area they were situated in was far too crowded.
Green laser pointers scattered everywhere, they danced like party strobes inside the dimly lit tunnel on the way deeper into the base. Loud chatter could be heard as they discussed their tell tales on the different kinds of women they met.
France crouched by Soap's side and whispered.
"John, we lost Ghost. He said he was going to cover our six. Now he's gone." For a second, Soap looked worried but then again, Ghost was capable of handling his business on his own.
“We’ll just rendezvous with him later. For now, we need to focus on our main objective.” He muttered, advancing stealthily as the patrol passed through them. Francine took a while to check on her corners and she advanced farther than Soap, using her adept indoor combat skills into play.
Soap just watched her, marvelling at her swift movement. This was her forte, the initial thing that stunned him back on the O-course. He couldn't help but drop his jaw as her movements left him awestruck.
"Clear." She muttered, causing the Scotsman to shake back to reality as he took one last glance at their six and moved forward.
"This place has a lot of rooms. Should we split up and scan one by one?" Soap asked, looking at Francine. The interaction was serious but they could feel sparks in the air. It was inevitable, but they both dismissed these lingering feelings and proceeded to the mission.
"Okay… but stay on the line. I don't want to lose you again." France muttered shyly as she moved left.
"Aye. Will do." Soap chuckled and moved left.
"Sheesh. Get a room you two… Captain, can they move on a different line?" Gary interrupted over comms. Price just chuckled.
"Glad to hear you're nearby, Roach." Soap replied, entering one of the many rooms.
Leaning close to the wall, he carefully scanned the documents lying on the desk. They consisted of academic research regarding EMP effects on the battlefield and how to repel it's effects.
"No sign of Nero here but a lot about their big project." Soap muttered.
"Copy. I also have the same results. It's just aerodynamic manuals and books about flight." France said on the other line, her tone sounded curious and amused.
"Team, brace yourselves. I'm bringing the party in full swing. Gary! Hit the lever!" Price advised as the alarms started blaring, bringing the whole facility on high alert.
"Price! What was that for?!" Soap asked, covering behind the room.
"Sorry lad, desperate times call for desperate measures, we have to stop the nuke." Price stated and his line cut off, with gunfire being the last thing they heard on their end.
"Price? Alex? Roach? Ghost? Does anyone copy?!" Soap roared over comms.
"Soap…" a faint British gasp from comms.
"Ghost is that you?! Where are you?!" Soap sounded panicked, lowering his voice after he heard footprints stomped outside his room.
"I'm on the lower floor. Shit… Alexandra… she's here…" Ghost groaned, Soap could hear the pained expression on his voice.
"We're on our way! Hang tight! Don't you dare die on us!" Soap said as he kicked the door open, shooting enemies that were already cornering France.
“I won’t, but make it fast. hehe… I should've just watched your six…” Ghost’s low tone continued over the comms as Soap and France hid by the doors and fired whenever they could. Enemy waves seemed to go on forever and the longer they got stuck there, the longer they got worried about Ghost.
Out of desperation, the duo began cooking grenades, tossing them on spots where enemies gathered, on corners where they hid and on every entryway where swarms would appear.
“Shit. That was my last one.” he muttered as he felt his body lighten. They've consumed most of their ammunition in a single room.
“I guess that was the last of them.” France sighed, wiping sweat off her forehead.
“Let’s go get Ghost.” Soap ordered and they both made their way down the stairs. The two had no idea about the map layout, but the urgency of the situation led them to where Ghost was. The room was dimly lit, sparks of faulty electronics flew from the roof and the spinning red signal light was the only bright light illuminating the area.
Upon seeing his teammate, Soap quickly stepped forward but paused as soon as Ghost warned him.
“No! There are traps. One got me.” he heaved, slowly raising his head. Maxine immediately inspected the door and disarmed the set trip wire, as they quickly moved by Ghost’s side.
“Ghost, you're going to be okay.” Soap assured, assisting France in applying first aid on his wound. It was a huge burn by the stomach, the explosion deeply injured his skin causing him to bleed out. Crimson red blood glinted off the surface as the red signal momentarily illuminated the floor.
“I used to be careful you know… But as soon as I saw her, I lost all my senses. I had to break her free from that prison.” He breathed, almost struggling, grunting as France applied pressure to the wound.
Soap quickly got up and shot the lock with his pistol, kicking the door open and approached the unconscious redhead lying on the floor. She had a notable few bruises and scars here and there, signs of torture. Soap attempted to wake her up but she didn’t move, he quickly pressed his hands on her neck until he felt a faint pulse.
“She’s alive.” Soap declared, turning to Ghost and Francine.
“Haah- Thank God she’s fine.” he groaned as Francine shushed her as he attempted to get up.
“It’d be better if you don’t force yourself for a while.” She suggested.
“We’ll get you two out of here.” Francine said, Ghost just chuckled, coughing in the process.
“Don’t do that!” She scolded. The ground suddenly shuddered causing them to lose balance.
“This is bad. We can’t stay here any longer!” Soap yelled, carrying Alexandra on one shoulder while assisting France on Ghost on his other shoulder.
“Price! We got Alexandra and Ghost and they're injured! Where’s Nikolai?” Soap yelled over comms.
“He won’t be here until after two hours. Shepherd’s making his escape using the river.
Roach! Go grab that boat, we won’t let him get away!” Price’s final transmission was relayed to their ears as the connection turned blank.
He had no idea where Alex and Jack are, but as long as the Nuke hasn’t launched yet, they still have time.
Halfway through the prison cells, Soap and the rest of the team heard footsteps echo from nearby.
“You have got to be bloody kidding me!” he cursed as they picked up the pace and escaped the area.
They hid themselves in the room with the aviation books, barricaded the two unconscious allies while France continued to tend to Ghost’s wound.
“Haaah- You’re getting nowhere with me like this. Just leave us. Like Romeo and Juliet.” Ghost whispered, his tone was serious and both France and Soap didn’t like it.
“No.” France spat as he unslung her rifle and tossed it to Soap, along with her ammo.
“I’m not going to leave anyone behind. Not again.” She declared, eyeing at Soap, someone she once lost on a mission. This prompted Soap to move forward and take a peek outside.
“It’s clear.” he announced, the ground rumbled once more. He went back to assist France, Ghost tugged his rifle.
“I think I can still shoot.” he mutters as Soap gave him the gun without any arguments. And so they moved to the docks, it was going to be a long walk from their location, but they did it anyway. Their formation occupied the whole width of the hallway, meaning any bullet flying toward them would surely hit its mark.
Despite the huge flaw, Ghost managed to make it easier for the group to move forward, despite the room being dark and blinking red, and the fact that Ghost was still injured and continuously losing a lot of blood, he still could target and shoot down enemies.
"Nice shot." Soap praised as they carefully navigated to the outer part of the cave, the raging river coursing below them.
Soap could feel another tug on his rifle as Alexandra started to move.
"Gun. I'll cover your six." She whispered faintly as Soap did his best to give her his gun.
They became a human tank of sorts. With Soap and France as the tires, capable of carrying and navigating their descent to the river, while Alexandra and Ghost were the weapons, shooting incoming hostiles that dared to block their way.
From the distance, Soap and France could see speedboats coursing through the river, following a huge helicopter not too far ahead of them. The trail they left behind was utter chaos. The ground shook as they almost lost their balance, urging them to descend quickly.
Under normal circumstances, Soap would've felt pain, but his adrenaline rush compensated through, making him finish the last step and board on the remaining boat.
The engine hummed as Soap navigated through the river, they carefully followed the path of destruction caused by the two.
Broken speed boats were everywhere, unconscious or dead bodies floated by the water as the grand chase happened. Soap wondered if Price and Roach caught up with Shepherd.
"All these for info on Nero." France frowned, her hands tended to both Ghost and Alexandra.
"There's still a nuke out there. I wonder how Jack and Alex are holding up." Soap glanced at France and muttered. Her short hair blew as she assisted the two, Soap envisioned her as a nurse for a short while, then shook it off immediately after a bump on the river.
"John! Look ahead." France warned as John turned. The place was hugely filled with water and destruction was still everywhere. He coursed the safe path without all the debris and the wreckage.
"What happened here…" Alexandra groaned.
From a distance, the ground shook and smoke bellowed just by the horizon ahead.
"There's a…" Francine whispered.
"Shit! We're headed to a waterfall!" Soap roared and gripped the controls to shore, luckily they saw it quickly as they settled on the dusty riverbank as the sand blew against the team.
"This is dangerous. Sand might infect their open wounds." Francine said, concerned about the situation of the two injured.
"I'll help you seek shelter then I'll check on Price." He said, lifting Alexandra and assisting France on carrying Ghost.
They soon found a small cavern like structure that would provide shade from both sun and dust that masked the area. Soap took his rifle from Alexandra, slung it on his body and left.
"John. Be careful." Francine said, her eyes looked very concerned and Soap would do just about anything to protect that kind of look. He didn't want to disappoint.
"I always am." He smiled and turned back, his head hitting the roof of the cave.
"Ack!" he muttered and left, causing France to chuckle.
A quick peek of the waterfall and Soap saw the plane crash which bellowed black smoke. The rest of the ground was unclear as the sandstorm covered most of the area. There were no signs of movement and Soap carefully crossed the mountain path downward to the crash site. Shepherd didn't make it out. This is the end of the line for him.
Next Chapter : The TEN Kilometer River
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