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Morning Breath

Summary: Nancy is worried for her upcoming job interview, and Steve tries—inadvisably—to lighten the mood.

Notes: Commission for @ultimatelee19. I don't often write for Stranger Things, so I hope this is up to par! I had fun writing it nonetheless. I love these two dorks <3

“You’re up early.”

Nancy stiffened from her position on the couch, her hands immediately flying to her chest. She cursed herself for the involuntary action afterward. She was still in pajamas, after all, thus leaving anything that would have been there thoroughly protected by a thin tank top. Not to mention, it was nothing Steve hadn’t seen before. She still wasn’t quite used to knowing that it was only her and Steve in the apartment. She kept expecting annoying little brothers or overprotective parents to barge in at any moment.

She turned around to find Steve leaning against the railing midway down the stairs, his mouth quirked in a half smile. He was, noticeably, dressed only in some thin shorts. Nancy’s gaze roamed his torso for a moment before she caught herself and smiled in return.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“You’re going to be fine. It’s only one job interview. I'm sure you'll do great, and if you don't, there will be others, I promise."

“A job interview that I only barely secured,” Nancy corrected as Steve made his way down the stairs. “A female reporter is a ridiculous notion according to this society we live in. I mean, they could cancel right now. They hardly need to keep their word, after all. Sure they may think it’s an ‘interesting concept’ now, but—”

“Nancy.”

She broke off mid-rant as two arms wrapped around her from behind. Soft lips pressed into the back of her neck, peppering her shoulders with featherlight kisses so she couldn’t help but shiver. “You’re going to do great. You are incredibly smart, a verified badass, and you can articulate yourself better than half the dying old men in the profession. Not to mention, I’ve never met anyone so skilled at getting into other people’s business as yourself—”

“Hey.” She elbowed him lightly, but turned her head to grin back at him. “I suppose I’ll choose to take that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

He leaned forward to kiss her and she sighed a little as her lips meant hers. Her and Steve’s relationship had never exactly been a stable one, but five years had passed since the craziness that Hawkins had brought about; things were different between them—calmer. And she often found herself in moments like these realizing how lucky she truly was to have found him.

“Although, Nance, no offense, but if anything is going to throw them off, it’s this bad breath.”

…or not.

“Seriously, I love you babe, but it smells like something gross died in there.”

Nancy’s brows twitched in irritation, and she squirmed out of his embrace, whirling around on him. “For your information, I haven’t had time to brush my teeth just yet. And who are you to judge? Your breath doesn’t exactly smell like roses either.” She opened her mouth, breathing at him and he lurched back. “How does that smell, hmm? Since you’re such an expert.”

Steve held a hand up to his throat, faking a gag as he fell back on the couch. “Gross! Ach, the smell! I may never recover.”

“You—!” Nancy smacked a pillow lightly on his stomach, and he grinned over the top of it.

Steve held up his hands in mock surrender, though the shit-eating grin on his face didn't make him look all that apologetic. “Relax, I’m just trying to lighten the mood. You know, make you less tense.”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t I just make you ‘less tense’?”

“What is that supposed to mean—woah!”

Steve grunted as Nancy tackled him back against the couch, clambering quickly atop his waist. He opened his mouth to retort something back, perhaps an apology or some further continuance of the bit that had gotten him here in the first place, but a bark of laughter escaped instead as Nancy dug her fingers into his ribs.

“W-Woah, woah, woah, Nance—shit, not thehehere!”

Nancy tried hard to fight back her giddy smirk. Steve’s ticklishness had become apparent not far into their first relationship, though she had forgotten about it for a while once they reopened things. She had made sure to make good use of the information once it had reappeared after cuddling during a movie night had led to its revelation. Nancy was hardly immune to it, but Steve was ticklish enough that it was easy to make him forget that revenge was a possibility. Convenient for her.

“How’s about it, Stevie?” she crooned, gently climbing her way up his ribcage. “Are you feeling the tension leaving yet?”

His hands shot down to latch around her wrists at that, but they didn’t do much to actually shove her off. “This is cruhuhuel!” he whined, yelping the closer her fingers grew to his underarms. His legs kicked against the cushion, attempting to push his body further up the couch to failing results.

“This is payback.” She teased the edges of his armpits, scratching against his top rib without actually leaving the area just yet. Steve shook his head, letting out noises that could only be described as giggles. “Besides, I have to get out my nervous jitters somehow, and you’re the perfect subject to release them on.”

One of her fingers inched ever so slightly higher. Steve yelped. “Don’t."

“Don’t what? Tickle you?”

“D-Don’t go thehehere!”

She raised an eyebrow, this time unable to hide her smirk. “Ahh, just don’t go there? But not, ‘don’t stop tickling’? Interesting bargaining. One could be led to believe that you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Nohohot lihihike thihis!"

“But there’s another way you could enjoy it?”

A flush had begun to creep its way up Steve’s neck and he groaned, glancing away. “S-Stop twisting my wohohords! And—fuck, get ohohout of there!”

Nancy had gone in for the kill, allowing her hands to free roam under his arms now in quick, spidery motions that were quickly destroying his composure. Steve’s arms twitched violently, struggling not to jerk down but to stay up in the air. He had let go of her hands in favor of gripping the back of the couch, his face twisted up in expression of helpless mirth.

Honestly, Nancy thought, Steve had only himself to blame for getting tickled like this so often. She couldn’t be faulted for taking advantage of someone who was so obviously leaving themselves vulnerable on purpose.

He continued to let her tickle him like that for another few minutes before it finally became too much for him. Nancy’s eyes widened as he lurched forward suddenly, grabbing her hands and pushing back until she was lying trapped underneath him on the couch instead.

“Too much for you?” she asked innocently, knowing she was digging her own grave, but unable to help it. And it did have wonderful results as Steve’s flush darkened even as he transferred both her wrists to one hand, leaving his other free to sue.

“How long do you have before your interview again?”

She frowned. “An hour. Why—”

“Ten-minute car ride, fifteen minutes to get ready, fifteen to eat—I believe that leaves us twenty minutes.”

Nancy’s pulse quickened in her chest, from fear or excitement she couldn’t tell. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’d consider putting this whole thing behind us?"

“Ask me in another ten minutes.”

Nancy’s laughter rang through the house as Steve followed through on his promise. In reality, he only kept her there for another five minutes before a particularly effective strategy against her hips had her shrieking for mercy in mere seconds, though to Nancy, it felt like much longer. Not that she would learn her lesson for the next time she decided Steve needed to be taken down a peg.

After all, standing down was not within the nature of Nancy Wheeler.

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layce2015 · 1 year ago

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Heart

Masterlist

"Here he is, Detectives." An employee said to me and Sam as she slides the man, Nate's, body from his compartment. Nate had stitches running along his chest, stomach, shoulders, and throat. "That’s a pretty nasty bite." I remarked. "Mm-hmm." The lady said in agreement.

"You know what bit him?" Sam asked her and she events her eyes. "I haven’t quite determined that just yet." She said. "Come on, Doc. Off the record." I said to her. "Okay, way, way off the record...." she said to us. "Sure." We said.

"If I didn’t know better, I’d say the guy was attacked by a wolf. But unless I know that the zoo is missing one of their lobos, I’m going with pit bull." She said as she eyes us. "I like my job." She said and we chuckle. "Yeah, we hear you." Sam said then I hold up a finger.

"One more thing. This guy –- was his heart missing?" I asked her. "Yeah, how did you know that? I haven’t even finished my report." She said, looking at me. "Lucky guess." I said, shrugging.

"Over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw firm conclusions." I explained to Dean as Sam and I get back into the car. "But no hearts?" Dean asked. "No hearts. They were all hookers working Hunter’s Point. Now, cops are trying to keep things under wrap, but they’re looking for a serial killer." Sam said.

"And the lunar cycle?" Dean asked. "Mm-hmm. Yeah, month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon." I said. "Which is this week, right?" Dean said. "Hence the lawyer." Sam said. "Awesome." Dean said, delighted.

"Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?" I asked him, laughing. "I’m sorry, (y/n), but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight don’t you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven’t seen one since we were kids." Dean said. "Okay, Sparky. And you know what? After we kill it, we can go to Disneyland." Sam said with sarcasm and I laugh at this.

"You know what the best part about it is? We already know how to bring these suckers down." Dean said as he holds up a silver bullet. "One of these bad boys right to the heart. So, what’s our next move?" He asked us. "Talk to the girl who found the body." I said.

"I don’t understand. I already gave my statement." The girl, Madison, said to us as we head into her apartment. "Right, well, we just need to verify a few things." Sam said and Madison and we enter her apartment to see a man sitting at the table.

"This is my neighbor, Glen. Glen, this is Detective…" Madison said and Dean picks up. "Landis. And Detective Dante and Detective Romero." He said as he pats me and Sam on the back. Glen, a bearded man wearing a Mission Church T-shirt, stands. "Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it." He said and he starts to leave. "Okay. Thanks for the casserole." She said to Glen.

"Oh, how thoughtful." Dean said. "Just call if you need anything." Glen said and we watch Glen leave. "He’s sweet. He came over to check on me. Have – have a seat." Madison said and we sit down at the kitchen table.

"You must be pretty shaken up. You were Nate Mulligan’s assistant, right?" Sam asked her. "For two years, yeah." She replied. "So, you knew all about him?" I asked her. "Probably knew more about him than he did. Nate was…" she stops and she smiles. "...he was nice."

"But?" Sam asked. "Nothing, really. I – He had a few scotches in him, and he'd started hitting on anyone in a five-mile radius. You know the type." She said while I noticed Dean was practically salivating over her. "Yeah. I do, actually." I said, annoyed and Dean's lecherous grin fades as he hears my tone, and he becomes serious.

"Did, uh, did he have any enemies?" Dean asked her as I roll my eyes. "What do you mean? It sure looked like an animal attack." Madison said. "No, yeah, we’re just covering all the bases. Anyone that might have had a beef with him – a former client, an ex?" Dean asked and Sam notices her thinking of somebody.

"What?" Sam asked her. "Well, this is embarrassing, but my ex-boyfriend, Kurt—" she said. "Kurt have a last name?" I asked him. "Mueller. After we broke up, he went kind of nuts. He’s…well, he’s kind of been stalking me. He got it in his head that something was going on between Nate and I. He showed up at my office." Madison said to us.

"What happened?" Sam asked her. "Kurt got into it with Nate, threw a punch before security grabbed him. I was lucky to keep my job." She replied. "When was the last time you saw Kurt?" Dean asked her. "A few nights ago. Actually, the night Nate died. We were all grabbing drinks at this bar, and Kurt showed up." She said.

"And?" Dean asked, curiously. "Nothing. It was...like he was watching me. Then he was gone. To tell you the truth…he scares me." She said to us, worried.

"We’ve had worse." Dean said to us as we walk out of her apartment and towards the car. "Yeah." Sam said. "What do you say we pay Kurt a visit?" Dean asked us and we load up in the car.

We get to Kurt's apartment and Dean picks the lock then we enter and look around. "Anything?" Sam asked as Dean closes the fridge in the kitchen. "No, nothing but leftovers and a six-pack." Dean said. "Check the freezer. Maybe there’s some human hearts behind the Haagen-Dazs or something." I said.

As Dean turns to the freezer, we hear a door open and close, followed by a crash outside. Dean steps out the sliding glass door onto the balcony. "Guys, come here!" He shouts and Sam and I join him. "Check it out." Dean said and we see on the wall of the building, claw marks sliding all the way down to the ground. "What the hell?" I said but then we hear a gunshot.

We race down the stairs and out into the street and go around to corner only to find a policeman’s body completely mauled. "I’ll call 911." Sam said as he picks up his phone while Dean bends down to examine the corpse.

"I’d say Kurt’s looking more and more like our Cujo." Dean said. "Dean, if he’s out here, we better check on Madison." I said to him and he nods.

Back at Madison's apartment, we knock on her front door just as I hear a door open behind us. "What’s going on?" A voice said and I turn to see that it was Glen. "Police business, Glen." Sam said as Madison answers the door.

"What is it?" She asked us and Sam glances at Glen. "Well, maybe we should talk privately." He said and Madison nods and let's us in.

In her kitchen, she pours us some coffee. "Has Kurt been here?" Sam asked her. "Not exactly." She replied. "What exactly does not exactly mean?" Dean asked her. "Well, he was outside last night. Just…looking. Just looking at me." She said and the boys and I exchange a look.

"Has he done something?" She asked. "We’re not really sure." I said to her. "It’s probably nothing, but…we just don’t wanna take any chances. In fact, one of us should probably stay here with you? Just in case he stops by. Where does he work?" Dean asked her. "He owns a body shop." She replied.

"You mind grabbing that address for us?" I asked her and she nods and leaves the room. "Thanks." I said then Sam turns to us. "All right, you guys go. I’ll stay." Sam said. "Forget that. You and (y/n) go after the creepy ex. I’m gonna hang here with the hot chick." Dean said.

"Dude, why do you always get to hang out with the girls?" Sam asked him. "'Cause I’m older." Dean said as he drinks his coffee and smiles with satisfaction. Sam looks at him with incredulity. "How about I stay here with her and you two perverts go and follow the ex?" I said.

"No, screw that. We settle this the old-fashioned way." Sam said, ignoring me, as he takes the coffee cups and sets them down then raises his fist for Rock-Paper-Scissors. "And I'm chopped liver." I muttered as Dean plays along, choosing scissors while Sam chooses rock.

"Dean, always with the scissors." Sam said, in a mocked concern, and slaps Dean on the shoulder. "Shut up, shut up. Two out of three." Dean said and Sam sighs but they lift their hands to play once more. Sam’s rock once again beats Dean’s scissors.

"God!" Dean growls in frustration. "Are we done with child's play?" I asked them and Sam nods. "Bundle up out there, all right?" He said to Dean and I shake my head.

Later, we pull up to the body shop and go inside and get information about Kurt and where he might be, since he wasn't here at work. After some persuasion, we got what we need and Dean started to dial Sam. "Let me guess. You’re sitting on her couch like a stiff, trying to think of something to say." He said as he chuckles and I shake my head and laugh as well.

"No, he hasn’t been at work all week. But because (y/n) and I are good, and I mean really, really good, we got a line on where he might be." Dean said as we get into the car. "What’s she wearing?" Dean asked then he chuckles as he pulls the phone away from his ear and hangs up. "Oh, Sammy." He sighs.

"Is our boy starting to fall for a certain assistant?" I asked Dean, with fake enthusiasm. "I'm not sure, he wouldn't really say. But if I know Sam, he is really fighting back the temptation then he'll give in, eventually." Dean said and I chuckle.

"Well, I'm sorry you're not hanging out with a supermodel and getting lucky with her tonight." I said and Dean looks over at me. "Actually, I'm not really bothered by it. I don't mind hanging out with you." He said and I give a playful scoff at this.

"Shut up." I said as I playfully shove his arm. "Hey, I'm serious." He said and both of us share a look for a few seconds. Then I look down and clear my throat and said. "Shouldn't we go find Kurt." Dean clears his throat and nodded before he starts the car and we go on.

Later that evening, I pick up my phone and dial Sam's number. "Hey." Sam said. "We found him." I said as the loud music of the strip club blasts on. "Good, don’t take your eyes off him." Sam said and I look out at the club and see Dean sitting at a table, staring at the stripper as she dances.

Then I turn my head to the left a little bit and see Kurt sitting at a different table, also staring at the stripper. "Oh yeah, I'll add it to babysitting your brother." I said and Sam chuckles into the phone. "Luckily, this place has great drinks." I said as I look towards the bar and stare at the good-looking bartender.

"Well, I better go, Sammy. Have fun hanging out with Madison." I said and I hang up my phone then go and order a drink as I keep an eye on Kurt.

Later that night, Dean and I were standing on the street outside Kurt's house. We see a light turn on inside the house and Dean gets his gun ready. "This feels so weird." I said and Dean looks over at me. "What?" He asked. "We're stalking a stalker." I said to him and he chuckles a bit. "Yeah, it is weird." He said.

Suddenly, we hear glass shattering the two of us look back up to see the lights off in the house. "What the—?" We said, confused, and we run to the house and burst through the door.

Entering one of the rooms, we see a woman hovering over Kurt'z mauled body. She turns towards us to reveal it's Madison. Though she still looks human, her eyes have turned an electric blue, her teeth have turned to bloody fangs, and she has long claws.

She growls and runs at us, then pushes me to the side. I groan and shake my head as I look up to see she had Dean up against the wall. He cuts her arm with his knife and she growls in pain, and runs out the open window then I pass out.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" Dean's voice said as I start to come to. "Ugh, what happened?" I asked as I place a hand over my face. "Got knocked out. I just woke up myself." Dean said and he starts to dial a number as I start to get up.

"Dean, you guys okay?" Sam's voice asked once Dean put his phone on speaker. "Yeah, now that (y/n) and I are conscious. The werewolf knocked us out. Sam, it’s Madison." Dean replied. "What?" Sam said, confused and shocked. "Yeah, awesome job of keeping an eye on her." I yelled

"Guys, I’ve been here the whole time. She’s in bed, asleep." he said. "Well, she wasn’t an hour ago. Check her right arm below her elbow. I nicked her with a silver knife." Dean said and he hangs up then both of us walk out of the apartment.

We come up to her apartment door and I knock on it. The door opens, revealing it to be Sam and we look in and see Madison tied to a chair. "How you doin’? My head feels great, thanks." Dean said to her. "Same here." I said as we come in.

"We’ve gotta talk." Sam said and he brings us into another room. "She says she has no idea what I’m talking about." Sam said. "She’s lying." I said to him. "Or maybe she really doesn’t know she’s changing, you know? Maybe – maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out." Sam said.

"Like a really hot Incredible Hulk." Dean said, deadpanned, and I rolled my eyes. "Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn’t sound rash and unconscious." said Dean. "Yeah, but what if it was, Dean? I mean, what if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? Hell, the cop, too." Sam said.

"What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?" Dean asked him. "Look, man, I just…I don’t know, there, there, there was something in her eyes." Sam said to us. "Yeah, she’s killing people!" Dean exclaims. "But if she has no control over it—" Sam said.

"Exactly. She can’t control it. Even if she’s telling the truth, it’s not gonna change anything." Dean growls. "I’m not putting a bullet through some girl’s chest who has no idea what’s happening." Sam said. "Sam, she’s a monster, and you’re feeling sorry for her?" Dean asked. "Maybe I understand her." Sam said and the two stare at each other and I sighed.

"Look, maybe...there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her." I said to them. "There might be." Sam said as he pulls out John's journal. "Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?" Dean asked as Sam flips through the journal. "Dad’s theory – lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline." Sam said.

"MIGHT have a cure. Meaning who the hell knows?” Dean said, annoyed. "It’s worth a shot." Sam said. "We don’t even know where to start looking, all right? I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It could’ve been years ago." Dean said and Sam has a look of realization on his face. "No. I don’t think so." He said and he leads us back to the living room, where Madison is still seated.

"Madison, when were you mugged?" He asked and she looks like she doesn't want to answer. "Please. It’s important, all right? Just answer the question." Sam pleads to her. "About a month ago." She replied. "Did you see the guy?" Sam asked. "No. He grabbed me from behind." She replied.

"Did he bite you?" Sam asked her and her eyes widen at this. "How did you know that?" She asked him. "Where?" Sam asked. "On, on the back of my neck." She replied and Sam shows her that he is setting his gun down, and we go behind her. Sam gently brushes her hair away and exposed a scarred lump the size of a golf ball on her neck.

"Oh, that’s just a love bite. Believe me, that could have been a lot worse." Dean said. "Where were you at the time?" I asked Madison. "Walking home from a friend’s loft." She replied. "Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter’s Point?" Sam asked and she nods.

We go back into the other room and Sam closes the door and turns to face us. "The same place where those other murders happened. I’m telling you, it’s a werewolf’s hunting grounds." Sam said to us. "Maybe, but that doesn’t mean it’s gonna be out there tonight." Dean said.

"It’s the right time of the lunar cycle. Look, I know it’s a long shot." Sam said. "Hey, you’re forgetting something. Maddie’s probably gonna turn soon, all right? We can’t just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet." I said to him. "I’ll stay with her." Sam said.

"And if she busts loose?" Dean asked but Sam doesn't response. "Sam?" Dean and I said. "I’ll do it." Sam said, firmly. "Sam." Dean said, still not convinced. "I’ll shoot her, all right? But guys, I need you guys to go out there. At least go look for the thing. Please. We can save this girl." Sam pleads and I stare at him then I nod. "Fine." I said and Dean looks at me and I nod at him.

"Fine." Dean said and Sam nods then Dean and I leave the apartment.

That night, Dean and I hang around Hunter's Point, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. Then we hear a woman scream and we run towards the screaming. There we see that the werewolf is dragging a woman across the street.

"Hey!" Dean and I shout as we pull out our guns and aim it at it. The werewolf looks up and I realized that it was Madison's neighbor, Glen. As he looks at us, Dean and I shoot him several times and the woman stands up, frightened, and glances at us before running away.

"Hey, don’t mention it!" Dean yells at her and we go and crouch next to Glen, who is coughing and choking. His mouth was covered in blood. After a moment, his fangs retract, and he returns to normal. "It happened...again. Where am I? H–help me. Oh, God. Oh my God." Glen said then he coughs. "All right, easy, Glen." Dean said. "Yeah...Just take it easy." I said, calmly, but then Glen dies, his eyes glazing over. Dean and I share a look of worry.

"It was sort of sad, actually. Glen had no clue what was going on." Dean said to Sam, the next morning, after he comes into the car. "Hey, why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?" I asked Sam. "I don’t know. I mean, he kind of seemed to have a thing for her." Sam said, shrugging.

"Maybe his primal instinct did, too. Maybe he was looking for a little, uh, hot breeding action." Dean said. "Yeah. Something like that." Sam said, flatly.

"So?" Dean said as he gives a knowing look to Sam. "So what?" Sam asked. "Speaking of Madison…?" Dean started to say but Sam scoffs. "Oh, whatever." He mutters.

"Don’t whatever us, man, you liked her. Maybe, uh—" I said to him. "(Y/n), she thought I was a stark-raving lunatic." Sam said. "You saved her life." Dean said. "Yeah, but she doesn’t know that." Sam mutters then Madison appears at the window.

"You know, for a stake-out, your car’s a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?" She asked us. "Honestly? Uh, we’re pretty sure you’re not gonna turn tonight, but we’ve gotta be a hundred percent, so…you know, we’re...lurking." Dean replied to her. "I know this sounds crazy." Sam said to her. "Sure does. Well, if we’re gonna wait it out…we might as well do it together." She said and the boys and I exchange a look.

Later, Madison let's us back into her apartment and she looks down in guilt. "You were telling the truth, weren’t you? About everything. What you did – it was to help me." She said to Sam. "Yeah." Sam replied. "I did all of those horrible things…when I turned." She said, trying to process everything. "You didn’t know." Sam said, softly.

"So, when will we know for sure? Moonrise?" Madison asked us. "No, I don’t think so. You turned middle of the night last night. I think we’ve gotta hang in until sun-up." Sam said as Dean and I watch them, carefully. "Well, it looks like we’ve got ourselves a few hours to kill. Poker, anyone?" Dean said.

Later, the four of us watch as the sun sinks and the moon rises. Dean and I lay our guns on the table. Sam and Madison watch us from the couch. "Oh, no, you guys talk." Dean said to them and they look back at each other.

A few hours later, we watch from the window as the sun comes up. "Does – does this mean it worked?" Madison asked us. "Yeah. I think so." Sam said, relieved, and Madison let's out a sigh of relief. "Oh, God, thank you. Thank you so much." She said as she gives Sam a hug.

I smiled at this as Dean clears his throat, and they pull away and Madison laugh. "You, too, Dean and (y/n). Thank you." She said. "Aw, don’t mention it." Dean said and there was an awkward pause.

"So, we're just gonna head back to the hotel and…watch some Pay-Per-View, or something." I said as I grab Dean's arm and lead him to the door as we leave the apartment, as Dean pumps his fist in the air and I roll my eyes.

That night, Dean pulls out a couple of beers from the fridge and walks over to me and hands a bottle to me. "So, werewolf slayer, what are we gonna do?" I asked him and he shrugs. "Lazy day?" He said and I chuckle."I'm serious, Dean!" I said.

"I am, we could just hang around here and relax." Dean said as he sits next to me on the bed. He picks up a remote and turns the tv on. "Oh God, please don't turn on a porno." I said and Dean chuckles as he flips through a channel only for it to land on a horror movie. "Ah! Here we go! Nightmare on Elm Street!" He said. "I've never seen this." I said and Dean looks over at me in shock.

"What? How have you not seen this movie? It's a classic!" He said. "I just never got around to it." I said, shrugging. "Oh you'll love this! And if you get scared, I'll be here to protect you." He said as he places an arm around my shoulder. "You wish." I said, laughing, as I playfully push his arm off of my shoulder and the two of us started to watch the movie.

At one point, there was a jumps scare in the movie and Dean actually jumped a bit at it. "Hey, I thought you were supposed to be protecting me, Winchester?" I asked in a teasing tone. "I am, I just...pretended to be scared so that you wouldn't feel alone." He said and I cross my arms. "Uh-huh? Well, it didn't scare me, Dean." I said and he glances nervously at me and I laugh.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." I said, mimicking him, as I place an arm around his shoulder. "Shut up." He mutters and I laugh as we sit back and lean against the headboard of the bed and continue to watch the movie, which then turned into a marathon of the movie series. Hours later I started to feel my eyelids going heavy and I try to fight back the sleep but it seem to overtake me.

*3rd Person POV*

As Dean was engrossed with the movie, he suddenly felt something on his shoulder. He looks over and see that (y/n) had laid her head on his shoulder, she seemed to be asleep. "(Y/n)?" He asked, softly, but she didn't respond. He smiled, fondly, at this then she started to curl up to his chest and laid her head over his heart and draped her arm over him, a small smile appeared on her lips.

Dean chuckles, softly, at this as he looks at her. He wanted so bad to tell her how he feels but he could never find the right time to say anything. And when he does try, something comes up and interrupts him. He sighed at this then leaned his head against the top of hers and runs his hand up and down her arm, slowly.

This moment felt nice and it made him crave more moments like this with her. He knows it's stupid to wait this long but he's not sure when and if that moment will come. He turns his head slightly then kissed the top of her head then went back to watch the movie until he started to pass out.

The next morning, there were several knocks banging on the hotel door, which startled the two awake. "What the--?" (Y/n) said then she realized her sleeping position and looked up to see Dean staring down at her. "Dean, I-I'm sorry." She said, nervously, but he shakes his head. "Nah, it's fine." He said and she smiles at him. Dean smiles back at her before he gets up and goes to the door, revealing it to be Sam.

"She – she turned." He said, breathless. "What?" Dean and (y/n) said, confused, as she walks up next to Dean. "I couldn’t grab her in time." Sam said. "We’ll find her, Sammy." Dean said and (y/n) nods

*(y/n)'s POV*

Minutes later, we quickly come down the steps of the Motel as Sam begins to explain. "I already called Bobby. He doesn’t know anything. Except he knew severing the bloodline wouldn’t work. That’s everyone. They all say it’s impossible to reverse it." He said. "How come she didn’t turn when we were with her?" I asked them

"(Y/n)—" Sam said, exasperated. "So, what, you put her to bed and then she wolfed out? Maybe she’s gotta be asleep to turn." Dean suggests. "What the hell does it matter, Dean? Look, we’ve gotta find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something." Sam said, obviously getting angry and annoyed.

"If there was, don’t you think someone we know would’ve known it?" I asked Sam. "Well, then we have to look harder! Until we find something." Sam yells. "Sammy, I don’t think we’ve got a choice here anymore." Dean said to her.

"What?" Sam asked. "I hate to say it. She’s a sweet girl, but part of her is—" Dean said but Sam talks over him. "Evil?" He asked. "Yeah." Dean said. "Yeah, that’s what they say about me,) and about (y/n), too, Dean! So us you won’t kill, but her you’re just gonna blow away?" Sam asked, angrily, and his phone rings and he answers.

"Madison, where are you?" He asked and he listens for a moment. "Well, do you see any street signs?" He asked her. "All right, hold on, Maddie. We’re coming to get you, just stay where you are." Sam said and he hangs up then looks at us. "Middle Point." He said and we get into thr car and head off.

After picking her up from Middle Point, we return to her apartment and the four of us ended up sitting in the living room. Dean's gun sitting on the table. "I don’t remember anything. I probably killed someone last night. Didn’t I?" She asked us. "There’s no way to know yet." I said to her.

"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" Madison asked. "We’ll find something. I mean, there’s gotta be some answer, somewhere." Sam said, hopeful. "That’s not entirely true. Madison, you deserve to know. We’ve scoured every source. There’s just no cure." Dean said to her and Madison has a scared look on her face then she turns to Sam.

"Is – is he right?" She asked and Sam, obviously upset, stands up and turns away. "Well, we could lock you up at night, but…you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies." I said and Madison looks down. "We're sorry." Dean said to her and I nod as Madison begins to cry then exhales.

"So, I guess that’s all there is to it, then." She said. "Stop it. Don’t talk like that." Sam said. "Sam, I don’t wanna hurt anyone else. I don’t wanna hurt you." She said and she picks up the gun and brings it to him.

"Put that down." Sam tells her. "I can’t do it myself. I need you to help me." She said. "Madison, no." Sam said, shaking his head and tears in his eyes. "Sam…I’m a monster." Madison said, firmly. "You don’t have to be. We could find a way, all right? I can. I’m gonna save you." Sam said to her and Madison begins cry harder and I felt my heart breaking for her.

"You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you." She said. "I can’t." Sam said, tearfully. "I don’t wanna die. I don’t. But I can’t live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I’m asking you to save me." She pleads and Sam shakes his head. Dean walks over to them and carefully takes the gun from Madison while Sam walks to another room.

Dean and I follow Sam into the other room and see him choking back tears. "Sam. We're sorry." I said as Dean holds up the gun "No, you’re right. She’s right." Sam said as he turns to us, tears in his eyes. "Sammy, I got this one. I’ll do it." Dean said to him.

"She asked me to." Sam said.

"You don’t have to." I said as I go and place a hand on his shoulder while tears slide out of his eyes. I bite my lips as I felt my eyes welling up with tears. "Yes, I do. Please." He said and he holds his hand out for the gun, tears streaming down his face. Dean goes and hands it to him.

"Just wait here." Sam said and he starts to walk but stops and glances back at us, shaking, tears streaming, before heading back to the living room.

I stand there next to Dean as I felt a tear run down my cheeks. I look over at Dean and see a tear running down his face, I give a frown to this and take his hand in mine and he holds on, tightly, as I brush my thumb over his knuckles.

Both of us flinch as we hear a single gunshot from the next room and, like a dam bursting, the tears pour out of my eyes and I turn to Dean and bury my face into his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close as I begin to cry and he runs his hand through my hair.

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"if she doesn't want to associate with the community that's fine... but she doesn't get to speak for a community you reject."

then the first person you should tell this to is LO, because for years this woman has actively rejected consider herself as part of the community or even reaching out to anyone in that community. why do you think there aren't really any Natives who have ever come out to speak in defense of LO? none that wasn't an "anon" impossible to verify, that is. there are actual Native people who have seen what she does with that "heritage" and calle it out. 2. "she should have informed community leaders and walk away".

this... this is just the most terminally online take ever. did you send this again, LO? i think you did, because this is just another variant of "if i did anything that bad, then call the cops". let's put it this way: 1. why anyone would think to talk with community leaders of a community you aren't part of about some z-list tier youtube critic with a brownfacing rantsona? and 2. honest question, what exactly do you want those community leaders to do about a z-liest tier youtube critic with a brownfacing rantsona that they have never met or have any knowledge of or has enough of a big influence? do you all think LO is the first, the second or even the third person to claim to be Cherokee in the internet? do you all seriously think they're going to go out of their way to do something for each time that happens? actual Native people, especially the ones responsible for holding their communities together, have better things to do than caring about any of this. i'm not surprised that LO doesn't know or care about any of that because she has never cared before, so why start now. gygas later is going to agree with me, so what exactly is even your point here, "anon" or LO, since LO apparently shares that point of view? 3. "her pulling her i am very badass bitch" i have trouble remembering. maybe some of the people reading this can help me. who was the person who was advicing kids to grab the heaviest object they could find and cave in the skulls of their bullies? who was the person who said she wanted to grab rowling and christie goldstein golden to beat them to death with a rock in a video? who was the person who said she send a "stalker" to the hospital and got a concussion a result, but never got any medical attention for it? who was the one who said she stabbed a MAGA guy in the streets and later published pictures of her pristine, blood free, like it had never been touched before, knife in tumblr? who was the one who openly said that she hoped the skull of her ex Lizzy would cave in? what sister was that was bragging for years about punching the other fifteen times in the gut to leave them crying in the floor? who was the one who made up a story about giving out free tampons to the girls in her highschool... because for some reason they thought that made them cool rather than extremely creepy? i know that wasn't Courtney. but i can't remember who it was. i'm sure it will come to me eventually. 4. "other trans women." what trans women? you? okay, that is one. she apologized for misgendering you and saying transphobic things when she first knew about you. you're free to never forgive her for that, of course, but she never repeated that ever again and she has tried to respect your gender and pronouns just like the rest of us. but you're also her sister, one of her abusers and the one who is currently also erasing the abuse that had nothing to do with you, so i think that's good enough of a reason for her to talk about you, trans woman or not. there's also P. the trans woman that you spend years lying about and making gross insinuations about her and her child before anyone ever find out what their relationship was actually like, so the only reason you actually had to say any of it was because she responded to your lies and talked about you. that same trans woman you also doxxed her irl workplace when you heard a unconfirmed rumour from anons that she had showed Courtney's nudes to people. that same trans woman that Courtney has been speaking out as been sexually harassing her since the moment they met practically and currently is trying to paint Courtney as abusive. i'm going to go ahead and assume that you don't really care about her. you were the one revealing her real life information, not Courtney. you were the one saying "ominous" about a trans woman you didn't really know when you found out that she was a parent.

as if trans woman don't have enough false accusations of being a danger to kids. you never had a single good thing to say about P, so let's take her out of the way. which other trans women is he targeting, LO? where are they, LO? if they're such helpless victims of the evil Courtney, wouldn't you want them to get all the support that they can get? so why you're hiding them? are you really going to enable the evil Courtney to keep harming all those innocent trans women who "never did a damn thing wrong" in their entire lives? according to you, who can blame a six year old for not speaking out about your abuse, then that makes you just as bad as Courtney. just like you stayed quiet when you let an actual predator prey on your underaged audience and we begged you for days to do something about it. 5. "partake in white supremacist rethoric." white supremacist do not care about the heritage of Native people, LO. they think their culture is inferior and should be erased, replaced by their superior cultures. they think any signifier of their culture, like their language, their land and their traditions, are garbage to be disposed of. that's your opinion about them, LO. that's what you have said and acted as for years. now, i'm not calling you a white supremacist. i'm calling you a racist white person. that's a difference. 6. i forgot to mark this, but "it was difficult for me because i was both grieving and being introduced to a bunch of new people who i am always nervous about" i know i already used this meme but...

i think you had a slip there, LO. you keep blaming your parents for why you couldn't form any kind of relationship to those people. that excuse could fly when you're a kid that lives under their roof and has limited range of action. not when you're a fully grown woman living on your own... well... "on your own" is a bit of a stretch, considering you very much still count with daddy's money to keep you afloat when your poorly through out videos flop. but you don't live with them. you could have contacted those people on your own, nobody was stopping you. nothing but your own racist notion that being claimed by the Nation somehow meant being forced to live in a "ghetto" reservation the rest of your life. and yet you didn't. Courtney has kept in contact with your aunt. the aunt who is dissapointed in you and wants nothing to do with you. funny how you completely glossed over that, huh?

7. "i have a lot more reason to hate people in the family." you alone decided that he was lying about being raped by your older brother and told to "get over it" by your parents, LO. you alone decided that because that's an easier narrative that both discredit Courtney talking about the abuse you inflicted on him, but also keep the good relationship you want with the transphobic brother who wished you died in order to prey on his children. especially that 6 year old niece. i bet she being that young brings you memories of when Courtney was that same age, doesn't it?

8. "i barely know my grandparents or my aunt or uncles specifically because i was kept away from them so my parent's abuse wasn't discovered." so what is your excuse now? as a 30 year old woman, what is your excuse to not even message your aunt, the only claimed by a Nation relative you have left alive? or you're going to made up they left you another "family heirloom" just after they die, like you did for your grandpa? Courtney has kept in contact with them, despite not wanting anything to do with the rest of the family. it's really that easy. you could always reach out, you have been able to since daddy got you a new house just so you could stop living under his roof. it's okay, LO. you don't pretend to care about a community of people you obviously don't. just say that your "reclaiming heritage" is your burning sage in your room and buying dreamcatchers. that you have no intention of ever being part of their culture. just say already that you think their culture is trash and it's only good as a flee market to pick and chose the part you like. it's what you already imply with the way you act, might as well stop being a coward and be open about it.

9. "my niece and nephew." the more you keep remarking how much you had to endure in order to be close to those children, the more disturbed i get. is it really worth it, LO? having a 6 year old little girl to trust you is really worth forgiving the father who beat you until you were 15, the brother who is transphobic to you to this day and the mother who saw it all and let it happen? is your "love" for little girls that great? i'd say that Courtney really did a number on you, but that would imply that Courtney actually did anything for you to obsess over him even now. you just keep searching for a replacement, just like in your writing, you keep holding to that thought that one day, someway, somehow, you'll finally have that incest lesbian relationship you think Disney gave you in Frozen. don't think i forgot how you also sometimes ship aunts/uncles with their nieces. 10. "she'll get hurt doing it." now, who is the one pretending to be a badass? 11. "i was a pretty disturbed teenager all those years ago." and you have taken absolutely zero accountability or responsability for none of that for decades at this point. you keep blaming your teenage years in writing stockholm (when you aren't lying that other people edited to make you look worse), but you were an adult already when writing about rainbow fantasizing with 14 year old Courtneys, i mean characters. when you do try to talk about being a teenage, you try so desperately to try to make you seem like an untouchable badass that was so cool, knew better than everyone and went unappreciated for so long. a part of me understand that when you were actually an outcast with no friends, that kind of narrative can be comforting, even if nobody actually believes on them. i imagine it must feel great to pretend you always knew everything, including homework, was abuse, because admit that once you were an innocent kid who couldn't understand what was happening is scary. it's scary to admit that someone took advantage of you being so small and then don't have any idea of what to do about it. it's admit that you were vulnerable, helpless and completely powerless. nobody blames you for that. unlike you blaming 6 year old Courtney about not speaking for the abuse you went through, and that he didn't really know about, we do understand that kids should never be responsible for stopping the abuse that awful adults decided to inflict on them.

but you did had a choice to not hurt other people. no amount of abuse you ever went through would make it okay that you kept going to until you were physically unabled to. Courtney has come to terms with what he did because of his trauma and openly admits it. you can't even do that, and not happy with that alone, erase the abuse that had nothing to do with you. because Courtney hates the family for no reason, right? there's no reason for why she'd decide to go no contact for years? there's no reason for why she wouldn't go to your grandpa's funeral? his rapist and enablers being there couldn't ever be a reason.

10. ngl, the way you just keep harping on the runaway boyfriend of Courtney as the main reason why Courtney is supposedly bitter with his life is so weird... couldn't be that you were that jelous of that boyfriend, LO? because they took your "baby sister" away from you? or maybe because, unlike you, that boyfriend did had consent to touch him without him being knocked out? because Courtney was actually happy with him? because it was thanks to him that Courtney was able to lose contact with all of you? Courtney's version of the story is that she's just grateful to being able to get out of that house and i believe him. but it does feel to me like that boyfriend only accelerated what was going to happen anyway. Courtney was always going to cut ties with all of you. he was never going to forgive you for hurting him the way you did. you were never going to find understanding or being told that it was okay, you're not a bad person for molesting and trying to coerce your sibling into commiting incest for almost a decade. even if that boyfriend never existed, you were never going to unlock her door again. but you don't realize that, so you keep building this narrative that decision destroyed the rest of her life and now, as a 30 year old person, Courtney can't stand it. just so you feel better thinking that somehow she'd be better if she just stayed with that family. Courtney took the very first chance he had to abandon you, he was glad to do so. the saddest part is that you still refuse to understand you were part of the reason why that happened. you drove your sibling away, LO. not that boyfriend. 12. gygas literally said it there: Courtney has been in contact with your aunt. you don't. this "internet drama" is you stealing from their culture and claiming an identity that has nothing to do with you. you never even attempted to reach out to those people and you admit it alone here.

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rea-grimm · 2 months ago

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Weapon Edward

You met Edward in Nassau. Like him, you were from England, and surprisingly, you hit it off. Plus, he was the one who gave you the opportunity to sail with him under the black flag. Very soon you became a match made in heaven, and you discovered that you were simply Master and Weapon. When you first touched him as a sword, your tattoo changed. Edward was also overjoyed, as he hadn't had much luck in love. Mostly it was a flirtation, but he was serious about you. Plus, no one was more badass than you and so lovable at the same time. His words. Sure there was Anne Bonny or Mary Read, but he never had a chance with either. And he was serious about you. Besides, you've never seen a weapon like him anywhere else. Edward was a pistol sword, where all you had to do was stab someone or hit them at an angle where Edward could shoot and deliver the final blow.

You were just in Nassau and on the beach, you had your last successful cruise, during which you managed to get quite a bit of loot. As you were celebrating, you noticed a rather familiar boat docked a short distance away. You knew from the flag that it was the same pirates who were trying to sink you. You were under the impression that they hadn't noticed you, so you let it go. But that was a mistake. A group of pirates made their way to you and after a few curses and threats, they attacked you. That at the beginning, you were sort of handling it. As long as you had Edward in your hand, you were sure to win. At one point, however, reinforcements came to the enemies, which included a man who had wronged Edward and who wanted to settle accounts with him. He changed and left you alone while he pounced on the other guy. You defended yourself as best you could and managed to keep your distance for a while longer, but it was hard to do without your weapon. You fought off one attack to take out the other. You beat one opponent as two more came at you. It felt like a never-ending story. You deflected one attack when you were about to lash out at another, but you couldn't and instead got stabbed in the side. You howled in pain, but you weren't going to give up. Edward noticed your injury and it made him even more dizzy. He saw the red. How could anyone dare hurt his Master? He came to your aid immediately. But before he could run to you and push his way through, someone hit you on the back of the head and everything went dark before your eyes.

You had no idea how long you'd been out. You were lying in your bed together in a house in Nassau. It was daytime, but Edward and you were nowhere to be seen. You sat up carefully and leaned back against the pillow. The wound behind your neck still called a little, but it wasn't bad. You looked under your shirt and noticed the bandage on your side. With that, you felt relieved. You lay there propped up for a while, hoping to see if Edward would come back. While you waited, you looked at your tattoo. The mark of your own weapon. Originally, before you met Edward, you had a plain grey sword. Then when you first picked it up, it changed. Now you had a pistol sword, just like Edward's. The blade of the sword was decorated with waves, and the hilt was decorated with the same tattoos he had on his body. However, you soon grew tired of waiting for him, as he still didn't appear, nor did you plan on spending the entire day in bed. You changed into something more comfortable and went looking for the pirate. You didn't have to look very long, however, as you found him at the entrance on a rocking bench with a bottle of rum in his hand. "Isn't it a little early for booze?" You asked, sitting down on the swing next to him. The pirate just grinned at that before taking a loud swig from the bottle. "I'm glad you're awake. I'm sorry I left you there. It's my fault," he said, and you could hear the annoyance in his voice. "It usually is in our line of work," you verified, not holding it against him. You knew how he was. "No. It's my fault. I failed you as a weapon. What if you had died because of me? "He asked you. He didn't even want to imagine what that would mean. "But that didn't happen…" you tried to cut him off. "But what if it had? What if…" "You don't want to fight with me anymore?" You asked, snapping him out of his train of thought. "I do," he admitted, and as you sat closer to him he gently pulled you close. "I don't want to lose you," he added, resting his chin on your head. "You won't. I promise," you said softly. Edward squeezed you tighter, as if he was afraid you would disappear on him. He was happy for you, for your constant forgiveness and for sticking by him.

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40! 🫡

40. “One of us is clearly smarter than the other.”

"What are you doing?"

Eddie was crouched down next to the cabinet under the kitchen sink. The Walkman in his ears was blasting delicious guitar licks – thank you so much Kirk Hammett for being a fucking god on the strings – and it was loud enough that he hadn't heard the front door open.

But Chrissy's cheerleader screech was enough to interrupt the beautiful guitar solo in Battery.

Chrissy was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, her eyes wide and terrified as she looked down at the bottles in his hands.

Fuck. She wasn't supposed to be home yet! She ruined her own fucking surprise!

Like, okay. So he and Chrissy had been dating for all of, like, two months when her mother found out. And living in the Cunningham home post-major freakout had been a soul-sucking ordeal for his tiny, badass little girlfriend. When it became clear that, no matter what that walking hemorrhoid of a woman had to say, Laura Cunningham could not convince Chrissy to break up with Eddie, she'd kicked her out.

She'd literally kicked her own daughter out for her dating life.

What an absolute cunt. (And Eddie did not use that term lightly.)

Of course she was gonna move into the trailer. Neither Eddie nor Wayne would have allowed her to get put up somewhere that wasn't gonna take care of her. They weren't insane.

The only problem being that their beautiful Forest Hills home had been housing two half-feral bachelors for the past twelve years. It wasn't, as realtors might say, move-in ready.

Too fucking bad that Eddie didn't realize the actual state of their unintentional and overlooked squalor until beautiful, squeaky clean and shiny Chrissy was sitting in the '70s-style bungalow living room.

Okay. Okay. Benefit of the doubt, he and Wayne were tidy. Like, whatever, there were a few stray food wrappers littering the floor and the trash was about three days overdue for a haul to the dumpster and maybe his bedroom was more beer cans and cigarette butts than it was fresh linens. But, whatever. It looked clean.

And then Eddie really looked. He really saw the rust and mildew stains in the tub and stains on the carpet that gave it kind of a grimy feel and the walls he and Wayne had kind of dyed yellow due to indoor cigarette smoke.

So, after waiting three weeks for Chrissy to actually make all-day plans with someone that wasn't him, Eddie decided to take advantage of the empty house and fucking clean.

Based purely on hazy memories of what to use from when his mother was alive, of course.

However, Chrissy's abject terror and screamed exclamation at his actions had him second-guessing his existence for a second there.

"Uh," he said, using one rubber glove-clad hand to yank the headphones from his ears. "Cleaning?"

Chrissy blinked. "Cleaning?" The pure disbelief in her tone stung a little. Like. Okay. So he wasn't the most kempt boy in town. No need to be fucking rude about it, sunshine.

"Yeah?" He looked down at the plastic bucket he'd unearthed from under a pile of Wayne's Nam blues. Who fucking knew how long it'd been hiding back there. "That alright with you?"

"You're gonna clean with that?" she verified, pointing at the open bottle in his hand. The one he was about to dump intoaforementioned bucket.

"Yeah?"

"Eddie. Is there something already in the bucket?"

Clear liquid winked up at him, little specs of dust floating around in it. Because he'd rinsed the bucket, of-fucking-course, but, like, not all that well.

"I don't see what that has to do with the conversation," he replied after a second, feeling somehow like a kid who'd been caught about to stick a fork in a live socket.

"Eddie."

"Chrissy."

"Is there bleach in that bucket?"

She looked pointedly down at the already opened gallon of bleach next to the bucket.

"Mmmmaybe?" he squeaked, looking down beneath his knees. "I was going to clean the floors. I thought it'd be okay to put bleach on the tile since, y'know, I have no idea what color they're supposed to be, anyway."

Chrissy hummed. "And, um, were you going to mix that in with the bleach?" She gestured again to the bottle in his hand. Eddie looked down at it, still taken aback.

"I mean." He shrugged. "I, uh, remember my mom using vinegar a lot when she cleaned."

At that, her eyes softened. She let out a little huff of laughter before crouching down next to him, gently easing the vinegar from his grasp. He let it go willingly, still so, so confused.

"Eddie," she sighed, tangling their fingers together and bringing his knuckles up to brush her lips against. "What do you get when you mix bleach and vinegar?"

"A very powerful cleaning ingredient." Though his confidence was definitely waning at this point.

She let out an adorable little giggle.

"Chlorine, Eddie. You get chlorine."

Oh.

Well. That would've been objectively hilarious, actually.

"So I'm right," he verified, eyebrows raised. "It's a very powerful cleaning ingredient."

"Oh my God."

"Y'know," he continued, gesturing between them with his occupied hand. “One of us is clearly smarter than the other.” He winked, pointing at himself and mouthing 'me' at her.

She laughed, rolling her eyes and standing. Pulling him to his feet by their clasped hands, she took in his ratty old t-shirt and sweatpants with interest.

"What's with the sudden cleaning bug, anyway?"

Bashful, Eddie gave another little shrug, half-turning away under the guise of surveying the trailer around them.

"I just, uh. Just–– y'know, wanted you to, like, want to be here and shit. And if getting my hands a little dirty to make you feel more comfortable is what it takes, then––"

"Did I do something that made you think I don't want to be here?" she asked, her voice soft and timid all of the sudden. Taking on that expression that meant she was about three-point-seven seconds away from a thought spiral.

"No, sweetness, no," Eddie assured her, taking her free hand in his and pulling her close. "I just wanted to, like, do something nice. Make this place feel more like a home and not, uh. A tobacco-infused pig sty."

Chrissy relaxed against him, her ear at the perfect height to hear the gentle thumping of his heart in his chest.

The one that beat just for her.

"You don't have to do that for me."

"I want to," he stressed, maneuvering her until he could press his lips to her forehead. "And I was waiting for you to be gone to do it."

"Nancy and Robin are outside. I just forgot my wallet."

"Skedaddle then!" He let go of her hands, grabbing her wallet off the counter and shoving it into her arms. She let out a bewildered squeak as he shuffled her toward the door. "Out with ye! I've got a witch's brew to make! A solvent to make the walls shine!"

"Don't––" She gasped in delight when he swooped down for another goodbye kiss. Then another. And a third as he struggled to unlatch the door. "Don't mix bleach and vinegar!"

Door opened, a quick wave to Robin and Nancy as he said, "No promises!"

"Eddie!"

"Love you, sweetness! Have fun!"

"If I come home and you're dead I'm gonna kill you!"

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felassan · 2 years ago

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Some thoughts on the Dragon Age: Dreadwolf leak on Reddit which included screenshots & a gif along with text, under a cut due to potential spoilers for DA:D -

first: the usual set of disclaimers that accompany all leaks apply - might not be real, unable to verify at present, games change a fair bit between development phases and final release, take with grain of salt etc

Screenshots:

Weisshaupt, headquarters of the Grey Wardens, as a location which we will travel to irl and not in the Fade.. ngl I have been dreaming of this since 2010 [yelling]. really hyped. we previously speculated these concepts were of Weisshaupt. (compare the blue-ish domes in those with the blue-ish dome structures in the screenshots.) in some of the screenshots, Weisshaupt looked badly damaged.

Weisshaupt Library is extensive and was noted in Last Flight to contain a glass sarcophagus decorated with the horns of Andoral that contains the arms and armor of Garahel. BioWare pls.. Iet's see it :D and what if by 9:52 the Library or Weisshaupt also contains some relics of or references to the Hero of Ferelden.. 🥺👉👈 or that there are some references to Hawke's presence in Weisshaupt at one time kicking around in codex or notes or something..

Seems to confirm that Davrin ("Nobody dies on my watch! For the Wardens!") is a companion who can join us in the field. I wonder if we start out with him or get him early in the game, like Alistair/Morrigan, Cassandra/Varric etc. obviously for later game missions you can choose anyone to come with you usually so it could just be that, but perhaps this storybeat we're seeing here is set near the start of the game? and with darkspawn attacking Weisshaupt (confirmed as well in the text), the very heart of the order, imagine how Davrin's feeling (since he seems to be a rather heroic or knightly Warden).. :[

The other named and voiced character from that previous trailer was Bellara. if Davrin is a companion like we may be seeing here, it wouldn't be wild to suggest that maybe Bellara is too, given they were both featured similarly at the time.

"There's worse than darkspawn on the way" / "And the walls won't hold it back" likely refers to the dragon said in the text to also be attacking Weisshaupt? it some of the screenshots in the background there looks to be the silhouette of a great beast, maybe the dragon. their head certainly looks draconic.

ROOK? :D NOW WHO ARE THEY? another companion like Davrin? this makes three new named DA:D characters (as in appearing in the game itself) that we know of. Davrin, Bellara and Rook. the other possibility is what if Rook is the PC? is "Rook" a surname, title or codename? it's catchy, cool/badass, snappy, short, Hawke-like.

"Rook" imagery (brought up by the name): birds (Hawke had a bird motif), corvids (Antivan Crows..), the Skyhold Rookery (what if they were an agent or former agent of Leliana's? "Rook" would be a good spy codename and it would fit in with stuff like 'Rector' and 'Charter'.. plus it seems we'll have some link to the Inquisition remnants going forwards per TN etc), chess pieces (games of strategy, tactics, trying to outwit Solas, Solas manipulating events), the Tower tarot card and its meanings, and most interestingly [yodels]: the Red Book, the front of which shows a wolf aflame above a rook/tower. the Red Book link makes me lean towards "Rook is the PC"

What on earth is a "Spawn Boil"? darkspawn-associated, and "boil" carries both unpleasant + dangerous/unhealthy imagery, it doesn't sound good at all.. the Children in Awakening spent time in cocoons, they had hatchlings, and there are fleshy sacks of the Taint in previous games.. maybe the pulsing red dark thing we saw previously is a Spawn Boil (a pulsing or cocoon-like thing always gives me the impression that something might hatch or burst out of it, and boils can burst or pop..), and red lyrium has something to do with it, especially considering the following point

Lots of red in some images. not good. not good at all (as in, I'm in-universe worried. u know). the text refers to red lyrium. Varric, don't look 😭 in the image which includes "Destroy the Spawn Boils", the darkspawn are fuzzy so I'm squinting and could just be seeing things but they remind me a lot of these guys. hello, red lyrium darkspawn creatures! (also confirmed in the text) I guess that could be why we need to hurry and destroy the Spawn Boils, because red lyrium darkspawn come out of them or are powered up by them or trying to spread them or somesuch

UI may change between now and release (UI is often one of the last things done or tweaked in a game iirc) I think so I'm leaving off focusing overmuch on it just now. I like the purple though

seems like this playtest was being done on a console?

menus and similar: Map, Character, Companions, Skills, Collections (what's Collections, stuff like mosaic pieces?). an inventory 'bag'. equipment slots. accessory slots. skill slots. currency. are the bits next to the money going to be resource piles, like for crafting? the Grappling Chain warrior skill returns. considering this character is a Warrior, maybe the punching arm icon is for Mighty Blow? the Guard mechanic returns. Items can't be changed during combat. looks like there's multiple slots on the shield itself (for runes and upgrades?)

Item description: "A shield emblazoned with the Templar's symbol. It's particularly effective at absorbing impacts. This one has been enchanted by the Mournwatch" [!!!] "to grant additional resistance against Spirits".

"Level [x] Grey Warden"? Is that this character's background/origin, class, spec? Can the PC become a Grey Warden? Any relation to the 'factions background' fan-theory? Also this character is an elf! in the text the leaker seemed to say that this was who they played. So the PC is an elf, or race selection returns?

The armor and equipment etc looks cool

Also what's with the crumbling stuff in the background on the character menu, do you see that? :D It's like the crumbling of the Dreadwolf logo and promo art assets on the website. Fadey stuff and realitywarping-theories senses tingling..

in the image where there's a character who isn't wearing a helmet, the hair looks decent. that's something which is also mentioned in the text.

also in that image, what's with the purpley fire[?] stuff? purple lyrium? (red+blue=....) purple roots? also there is a green tint to the lighting outside in this image. I think this whole segment we're seeing (darkspawn attack Weisshaupt and something?? is going on) is this scene from concept art being played out on-screen.

very Wardenny doors with the griffons and the chalice. the closing door scene reminds me of the 'party closes the doors to the Temple of Mythal' scene in DA:I. also like the variety of characters holding the door shut & shown in the level scene. humans, dwarves, elves, someone who looks like they're a Qunari. does one of the dwarves look like Harding to anyone else, or am I tripping?

hhh the Grey Wardens put griffon decorations on their big lever.

Gif:

Warriors seem to have have a kicking skill or move, as shown by the foot skill icon and move executed by the character (text describes this as being like a drop kick)

Dead bodies on the ground which don't yet have their textures (that's normal)

More darkspawn

"Resilience"

More purple stuff

It looks or 'feels' like the snippet we saw from the trailer (Grey Warden-armor character doing Shield Wall)

Hard to judge ofc from a very short snippet that we ourselves aren't playing, but yeah the combat looks action-y (action RPG) and from this snippet at least I don't personally see why I wouldn't enjoy it or find it fine (everyone's different tho ofc ^^)

Text (body of post):

"I was honestly shocked when we got no gameplay reveal at TGA, as I was sure we'd get something considering the timing this video was shared with me" - this is interesting

OP notes that what the playtester played was early Alpha. DA:D completed its Alpha milestone in October 2022

Some elements missing textures, missing audio etc tracks with what was said in Insider Gaming's report

Story details: the segment was set within Weisshaupt. the PC being played here is an elf (this was apparent from the screenshots but reading "the player character was an elf" sent me to another planet with hype ok). ((I hope this means race selection returns)) I could be wrong but I'd guess that "Knight" was like, general fantasy world language the playtester was using to try and describe what the character they played was like to their contact, rather than in-game text for the character (in the same way as how "mirrored portal" may be eluvians)? A warrior, armed and armored in gray/silver with a sword, shield and helmet, you know? I'd guess the "knight dude" party member is Davrin (Davin - Grey Warden warrior, confirmed?). Lady dwarf companion confirmed?? (Harding? or Bellara?)

I do hope three squadmates as in DAO, DAII and DA:I hasn't been reduced to only two as this suggests. It's like that in ME so it's not the end of the world, but three friends is always going to be more fun and engaging, especially in a series in which the companions are always the high point

More story details: Darkspawn attacking Weisshaupt (as we see in the screenshots) is a big deal hello?? This is the famous Warden stronghold, their very HQ, being attacked by the thing they exist to destroy/protect the world from. explains why Weisshaupt looks wrecked. Wtf is going on??? scared.. Where is the First Warden in all of this? this is so not good. Especially given the red lyrium spreading and the red lyrium darkspawn. That isn't a surprise as we saw something to that effect in concept art and a trailer, but still. we in danger. "some have red lyrium attacks" omg. is there any connection between this attack on Weisshaupt and whatever weird stuff was implied to be going on at Weisshaupt in the DA:I epilogue?

The dragon is also Concerning.. like. Darkspawn attacking, with a dragon involved. That sounds like a Blight and an Archdemon. Is this the Sixth Blight? is it a Red Lyrium Blight? I'm reminded of this concept art. also HELLO?

"The objective is to fight through the Darkspawn to get to the library, but as you are doing so there is also a big ass dragon attacking from above. And the dragon creates occasional environmental and traversal hazards. It ends once you reach the library, close the gates," [this will be the door shutting scene surely] "and then come face to face with the dragon. It appears you are then supposed to try and chain the dragon up, but it ends before the player completes that." I guess the big lever we see has something to do with trying to chain the dragon up. Why chain it up?? I'm reminded of Ataashi in Trespasser, the dragon in Dark Fortress and the dragon in Absolution. I guess if it was a normal Archdemon, why would we be chaining it up? so it's not or there's something weird or something else going on

"Basically, buildings and whatnot are all modeled and textured but the skybox itself is very dark and makes it seem as though the entire fortress is underground, although it is clearly not. I suspect the skybox could contain some giant world event, similar to the Breach, they hadn't finished." - this is interesting and I'm once again reminded of this piece of concept art where there's something wild going on in the sky or air outside Weisshaupt

OP was told about the God of War (2018) thing, which is what was said on ResetEra. they also mention about little to no party control (or none currently), which is what was said in the Insider Gaming article and iirc was said on ResetEra

Does "completely in real-time" imply no pause button or tactical cam in this build?

Since there's an 'Armor' bar, maybe 'Guard' is actually the special bar that builds up allowing you to pull off a musou special move?

"I don't really understand the comparison to FF15's wheel. It's standard Dragon Age ability wheel." - this contrasts with the bit about this in the Insider Gaming article

Animation quality has drastically improved, jumping returns, warriors can parry and counter

Player's hair "looked glorious", "flowing and bouncing" omg. don't need to say anything here other than [yodels]

Text (comments from OP):

OP elaborates in a comment that the screenshots/gif footage is from an "early build, years old", and that the game is now "way past this state"

On the dragon's environmental hazards, OP expands: "Like the dragon spews fire on the ground requiring you to go around an intended path or blocks off a path so you gotta go up a ladder"

OP describes the level shown as linear

OP mentions in a comment that "Red Templars" are what's invading Weisshaupt, but given the darkspawn they mention elsewhere and in the screenshot text, I'm assuming they meant "red lyrium darkspawn" here and got mixed up?

More references to the devs looking at Gears of War (2018) as a guide when making DA:D, in terms of things like combat/inspiration (it sounds like that anyway)

general feel/thoughts: no way of knowing for sure but looks/feels real/legit to me. also I like the look and feel of it, am excited :)

also I rambled in places in this post sry. :'>

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