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Playthings | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader (Eventual ? ;) )

Warnings: DESCRIPTIONS OF CHILDHOOD PARENTAL ABUSE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS. descriptions of parental death, canon violence, canon gore. please take care of yourselves, lovebugs.

Word Count: 6025

A/N: look at his gorgeous face i'm gonna scream.

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Dean definitely changed after that night with you before Sam disappeared. To be fair, you had as well. But both of you refused to talk about it. It was just subtle enough that Sam couldn’t pick up on it, but there were some lingering glances Dean stole at you and moments when your heart would swell in your chest just catching sight of him.

Well, Sam probably would have noticed your change in behavior had it not been for the John-Winchester-level investigation he was doing into Ava’s disappearance. Papers covered every inch of your motel room in Peoria, Illinois; some of which were of Ava’s face, some of etchings of demons from the pages of library books, and some even you couldn’t quite make out. You were one-hundred percent beginning to worry about Sam’s mental state.

He’d been on the phone with Ellen for about thirty minutes now searching for more information. You sat on the floor, leaned against Dean’s bed, scribbling in your journal. Dean returned to the room carrying three coffee cups toward the end of Sam’s phone call. “What'd she have to say?”

Sam sighed. “Oh, she's got nothing. Me, I've been checking every database I can think of— federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava, she just— into thin air, you know?”

Your lips twisted to the side in confusion. He gave you a coffee cup and one to Sam.

“Ellen did have one thing,” said Sam. “A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks.”

“What’s that got to do with Ava?” you questioned.

“It’s a job,” he replied simply. “I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know? Look, I don't know, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised. “You did?”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah. You seem surprised.”

“Well yeah, it's just, you know. not the, uh, patented ‘Sam Winchester’ way, is it?” Dean joked.

Sam deadpanned at him, “What way is that?”

“I just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows, and—”

You gave Dean a look.

He deflated. “Yeah, I’ll shut up now.”

“Look,” Sam huffed. “I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead, and some demon has taken her off to god knows where. You know? But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can.”

Dean snorted. “Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you.”

Sam ducked his head, chuckling, as did you.

“I’ll call Ellen,” you said. “I’ll tell her we'll take it.”

***

“Dean, can I pick a cassette? I’m dyin’ over here with Metallica. Love ‘em, but you haven’t changed the tape in, like, a week and a half now,” you groaned.

“(Y/N), you know the rules,” Dean warned.

“Yeah, but—”

“ ‘Sides,” he cut you off, “We’re almost there anyway. I’ll change it when we’re back on the road, deal?”

“Deal.”

Sam looked between the two of you strangely.

“What?” Dean questioned.

“When’s the last time you changed your music when somebody asked you to?” Sam questioned.

Dean thought for a moment.

The younger brother shook his head. “Exactly.”

“I’m thinking,” replied Dean, scratching his head. He seemed to pick up on what Sam was suggesting and was doing his best to dodge questions. You understood; the two of you hadn’t exactly had an opportunity to discuss anything— not that you even wanted to. You were perfectly content just… “being,” as you’d written in your journal.

The car’s rumble quieted down considerably as Dean slowed in front of a victorian-style structure marked “Pierpont Inn” by the sign on the front. The air was slightly misty, blanketing the ground in a bit of a haze as your boots hit uneven gravel.

“Dude, this is sweet. I never get to work jobs like this,” Dean grinned.

“Like what?” you asked.

“Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog and secret passageways, sissy British accents— might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside.” He closed his eyes contentedly. “Mmm, Daphne. Love her.”

You jokingly shoved his head as if to say, “Shame on you, I’m right here.”

He chuckled at your antics. Sam turned to you strangely once more, but shook his head.

You noticed an urn on the porch next to the front door. “Hey, wait a sec,” you said, inspecting the urn more closely. You noticed a five-point symbol engraved on the urn. “I’m not so sure ‘haunted’ is the problem.”

“What do you mean?” Dean questioned.

Sam nodded. “Good eye, (Y/N/N). That's a quincunx; that's a five-spot.”

“Five-spot,” Dean repeated. “That's used for hoodoo spellwork, isn't it?”

The brunet affirmed, “Right, yeah. You fill this thing with bloodweed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies.”

“Only thing is,” you began, “I don’t see any bloodweed.”

“Yeah, anyway, don't you think this place is a little too, uh, white meat for Hoodoo?” Dean jested.

Sam shrugged. “Maybe.”

You held the door open for the brothers and followed in behind them. An auburn-haired woman briskly entered the room. “May I help you?” she asked.

“Hi, yeah, we’d like two rooms for a couple of nights,” Dean said.

You jolted back as a young girl darted in front of your legs. You smiled at her as she ran away giggling; you couldn’t remember a time when you’d ever felt that innocent.

“Hey!” the woman called after the girl. She gave you a weary smile. “Sorry about that.”

“No problem,” you said.

She sighed. “Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of our final guests.”

“Well, sounds vaguely ominous,” Dean stated.

You fought back a grin.

“No, I'm sorry, I mean we're closing at the end of the month,” she said, seeming a little sad.

“Yeah, I heard. I’m sorry about that,” you told her. “I’m into antiquing; this place came up on my radar. Figured I’d stop by before you guys shut down. I, uh, dragged these two along for the ride,” you finished, gesturing between Dean and Sam.

“Y'know, speaking of antiques,” Sam cut in, “you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?”

“Oh, I have no idea, it's been there forever,” the woman shrugged. “So, two rooms, two kings?”

“No, no,” Dean said hurriedly. “We’re brothers. (Y/N)’s just a friend.”

You nodded, feeling slightly upset by being called “just a friend,” but you understood why he did. Still, you wanted him to proudly show you off and claim you as his. “Two queens. And a king, please,” you said, handing her your card.

Moments later, she handed it back to you along with a key.

“Thanks,” you told her as she rang the bell on the desk next to her.

“You'll be staying in rooms two-thirty-seven and two-thirty-eight. Sherwin, could you show these people to their rooms?”

You turned to see a balding old man in a black blazer shuffling up behind you. You found him incredibly endearing. He grinned at you, introduced himself, and dragged your clunking duffel bag up behind him.

“I could give you a hand with that,” you suggested to him.

“I got it,” he politely insisted.

You smiled softly at him, grateful.

“So the hotel's closing up, huh?” Sam jumped in.

“Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame,” he explained.

“Oh yeah?”

He went on to explain the history of the hotel; lots of weddings, politicians, and a popular spot for those passing through. He let you into your room, and you tipped him generously before telling him goodbye.

The decor of the room unsettled you quite a bit. An antique wedding dress was displayed on the wall in a weird configuration that almost made it seem like someone was actively wearing it. The room itself was clean, but everything about it made a chill crawl up your spine. You’d take a dilapidated motel room with possible bed bugs over an inn where someone definitely died on the pillow you were going to have to sleep on.

You connected the victims from the file you put together that both victims were tied up in shutting the hotel down. However, Susan and Sherwin didn’t strike you as the type to be dabbling in spellwork. Given what she said about the urn, you thought it possible that someone who owned the hotel previously or worked here long ago was dealing in hoodoo.

You caught sight of the little girl running around outside on the playground and heading over to one of the swings. Seeing her so happy sucked you back into your memories.

Reliving your memories always gave you an almost bird’s-eye-view of the situation; you weren’t you. You were standing in the corners of your memories, helpless to change anything and forced to watch your younger self go through those moments all over again.

Your dad was cleaning his guns on the “dining room” table of the motel you were holed up in for the week. You couldn’t have been anymore than ten at the time of this memory. Stevie was playing on the floor of the room with a truck while Scooby-Doo, his favorite cartoon, played in the background on the staticky television.

“Dad, I want my toys back. I promise I’ll still practice, can I have them back?” you pleaded.

“No can do, kiddo. I sold ‘em,” he replied, not looking up at you.

“What? Why?” you sniffled, beginning to well up with tears.

“Baby, my job doesn’t pay well. I needed that money to get Stevie his toys,” he sighed. “Besides, you’re better off training with me than playing.”

“But… I don’t wanna train,” you cried softly.

Your father’s head snapped up to you, and he slammed the gun he was cleaning on the table. “Too damn bad. This is important, (Y/N). You’re the big sister. I need you sharp for when mom and I are out.”

“But Dad—”

“(Y/N). Enough,” he stated menacingly.

You cowered away, wiping your nose with the back of your sweater sleeve.

Your dad picked part of his gun up again. “And cut the crying crap. You’re too big for that.”

Your heart broke as you watched little you trying to stifle your cries. You knew if you kept crying for much longer, your father would be sure to punish you. You wanted nothing more than to hug your smaller self and tell her that it was okay to be sad, and your father was wrong. You watched Steven get up from the floor and bring you his well-loved toy airplane. He offered it up to you, and you took it, smiling through a sniffle. That gesture broke you even more.

Your brother’s kindness truly knew no bounds. He was often the one to pick up the pieces after you’d gotten into a fight with your father or mother. As much as you tried to be the strong one for your little brother, there were just some things you couldn’t hide from him.

You were sucked into another memory from that stream of consciousness.

“Dad, I wasn’t gonna shoot with you standing in the way! I couldn’t get a clear shot!” you screamed at him. The two of you had gone after a werewolf in Arkansas, leaving your twelve-old-brother and mom back in the motel room. Your dad had insisted you needed to kill this thing yourself as one of the many tests he laid for you to prove your abilities. You were fourteen at the time.

“(Y/N), we’ve discussed this. You always. Take. The shot. No matter what,” he argued.

“What, even if it costs me somebody else’s life?” you protested.

“You should be a good-enough shot that that shouldn’t matter!” he roared. “You and I are going to the range. First thing tomorrow.”

“Dad, no,” you shook your head, backing up in fear. The last time you missed a shot on one of the moving targets, he beat you so hard when you got back to your motel room that he bruised one of your ribs.

He glared at you harshly, stepping closer to you. “What was that?”

“I— I’m sorry,” you said. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Uh-uh,” he said firmly. “You know ‘I didn’t mean to’ doesn’t mean shit. You argued with me. We’ll go to the range every day for the next week.”

You brushed the scar on the right side of your jaw from the beating that followed one of your sessions at the range that week as you came out of the memory. He punched you so hard that he split the skin deeply, and you had to stitch it up yourself. You refused to speak to your father for a month after that.

“I do this because I love you,” he’d said. “I need you to keep getting better, so I know you’ll be safe when you’re on your own. I want you to be even better than me.”

You’d been doing well with keeping memories like that at bay while you helped Dean and Sam recover from their father’s passing. However, it was beginning to overwhelm you. The mental walls you’d built around those awful memories were beginning to crack. Leaking through those cracks was the memory of having to lay your parents to rest.

Their screams had been horrible. As fangs ripped through their gums, red rimming their eyes as the blood of the recently-decapitated vampire dripped from their lips. Your father approached you first, teeth bared. You ran through the hallways of the abandoned house, trying to find a way out. The windows of the house had been boarded, though, giving you no opportunity to escape. Cornered in a room at the back of the house, you realized what this would likely come to. You gripped the handle of your machete tightly, tears streaming down your face as your father broke into the room by destroying the door.

“Dad, stop!” you pleaded. He approached you slowly, chest heaving as he noticed a cut on your arm that one of the vampires you’d slaughtered earlier had given you. He stalked toward you, teeth glistening in the room’s dim light.

“Dad, please! Don’t make me hurt you!”

“(Y/N), you have to—” he breathed out. “I can’t control myself—”

You shook your head furiously. “Dad, I won’t—”

“(Y/N)!” he roared. “You have to!”

Your tears flowed freely down your face.

“(Y/N)! Now!” he ordered, just as he reached you.

Your sobs wracked your body as you sliced his head clean off. Your breath caught in your throat as you heaved, trying your hardest to gain your composure. You knew your mother wouldn’t be far behind him, and you were trying to keep yourself from breaking down and becoming vulnerable to your mother’s attack.

“(Y/N)!” she called. “Baby, please! Please, help me!”

You ran to her despite your instinct telling you not to. When you arrived, she was sobbing on the floor, shaking. You stayed a distance back from her to avoid her lunging at you.

“Baby, please— you have to—”

You shook your head. “Not you, too, Momma. Please—”

“Baby,” she sobbed. “I can’t control it. I don’t wanna be this. Please. Please!”

“Momma, I can’t—” You backed away from her.

“I won’t be a monster,” she said. “Listen to me.” She temporarily stopped her cries and steadied herself. “You have to. Please. It’s okay.”

You took in a shaky breath.

“(Y/N), I don’t want to hurt you,” she continued. “I don’t wanna hurt Steven. Please.”

At the mention of her potentially hurting your brother, you nodded. “I’m so sorry,” you cried.

“It’s okay, my girl. It’s okay,” she said, closing her eyes in preparation for the blow.

You swung your machete forcefully to make sure her death was quick and as painless as possible. Horrified by your actions, you dropped the machete and screamed. You sank to the floor next to your mother’s body and cried, draping yourself over her bleeding, headless body.

“I’m so sorry, Mom,” you sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

Forcing yourself back to the present moment, you took in a shuddering breath. You pressed your hand to your mouth to keep yourself from crying out as you sank to the floor. You buried your hands in your hair and pulled your knees up to your chest, allowing yourself to cry for the first time in quite a while.

“(Y/N)?” you heard from the other side of the door.

‘Dean.’ You couldn’t respond due to the hold in your throat trying to suppress your cries.

“(Y/N), I think we got something, you in there?” he tried again.

Still, you couldn’t answer.

You heard him fiddling with the lock for a few moments before entering your room, searching for you frantically. When his eyes landed on your crumpled form, he rushed to your side. “(Y/N), hey, hey.” He held your head in his hands and swiped away tears with his thumbs. “Hey, I’m right here, sweetheart.”

You collapsed into his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck. You buried your face in his chest as you clung to him, and he held your head to him with one hand and held your waist with the other. “Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay.”

Comforted by his presence, your sobs turned to sniffles. You wiped tears away with the backs of your hands and apologized profusely for crying all over him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said. “What happened?”

“Just… memories.” Your mind was still hazy.

He nodded solemnly. Neither of you needed to say anything after that. He just held your hand and sat with you against your bed while you tried to collect yourself. When you had, Dean talked again.

“C’mon,” he said, standing. He pulled you up with him. “You want a burger? I’m starving.”

You snorted, grinning widely, and nodded.

***

“So,” Dean began through a bite of his cheeseburger, “We think the shut-in granny might be our witch doctor.”

“What makes you say that?” you questioned, chomping a fry.

“She’s got a bunch of creepy ass dolls, Susan was really weird about us going to see her, and they’ve got a creepy ass exact replica of the hotel,” he explained.

“Dolls can be used in hoodoo spellwork,” you considered. “So, I’m guessing after dinner, you and I are lookin’ into the grandma?”

“Yahtzee.”

“What about Sam?”

“Left his ass back at the room. He’s got enough laptop research on his plate to last him enough time for us to look into the history of the hotel at the library.”

“Aw, why’d you do that to him?” you pouted, smiling a little.

“He’s a nerd. Probably enjoys it,” he shrugged.

“You sure you’re not using this as an excuse to get me alone?” Your tone shifted to slightly more sultry, attempting to tease him.

He chuckled. “Sweetheart, I’m a professional. Just thought the two of us could cover more ground lookin’ up the records together.”

You hummed, unconvinced. “Sure.”

***

When you returned to the inn, police and EMTs were flanking the building.

“What the fu—” you mumbled, looking around. You spotted Susan, and you and Dean hurried to her.

“What happened?” Dean asked.

“Oh, the maid went in to turn down the sheets and he was just… hanging there,” she explained, covering her mouth with her hand.

“That's awful. He was a guest?” you asked.

“He worked for the company that bought the place.”

Dean hummed. You’d discussed your theory with him about the spellwork being used against people trying to get rid of the hotel.

Susan shook her head. “I don't understand.”

“What?” Dean pressed.

“Had a lot of bad luck around here,” she sighed. “Look, if you'd like to check out, I'll give you a full refund.”

Dean shook his head. “No thanks. I don't scare that easy.”

When you arrived at Sam and Dean’s room, Sam had his back turned to the door and was sitting in an armchair.

Dean was all-business as he shut the door behind him. “There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room.”

“Yeah. I saw,” Sam said.

You turned to him, surprised. His tone wasn’t usually that dark.

“We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?” Dean said, still pacing.

Sam raised his hands sarcastically, mocking his brother. “You’re the boss.”

Dean wheeled around in surprise. “What?”

“You’re bossy. And short,” Sam giggled. He actually giggled.

“Are you drunk?” you asked him.

“Yeah,” he replied, still laughing. “So? Stupid.”

You suddenly noticed the several empty bottles around the room.

“Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case,” Dean scolded.

Sam began to tear up, staring at nothing. “That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him.”

“What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything,” Dean assured.

Sam moved his gaze to his brother. “That's an excuse, Dean. I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava, too.”

Dean approached his brother. “Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that.”

Sam slammed the table next to him. “No, Dean, you don't understand, all right? The more people I save, the more I can change!”

“Change what?” you asked.

He leaned forward toward you, a hand to his chest. “My destiny, (Y/N)!”

“Alright. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch.” Dean leaned over and hauled Sam up by the shoulders. “Come on.”

“I need you to watch out for me,” mumbled Sam.

“Yeah, I always do,” Dean said simply.

Sam stopped his brother. “No! No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever... turn into something that I'm not… you have to kill me.”

“Sam—” Dean protested.

Sam shoved Dean to get him to face him. “Dean! Dad told you to do it, you have to.”

“Yeah, well, Dad's an ass,” Dean replied. “He never should have said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids.”

“No. He was right to say it!” Sam cried. “Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!”

“Yeah, well, I'm not dying, okay? And neither are you. Neither is (Y/N). Come on. Sam.”

He pushed Dean down onto the bed, but Sam remained seated, clutching Dean’s jacket. “No, please! Promise.”

Dean shook his head. “Don't ask that of me.”

“(Y/N), please—”

“(Y/N), don’t you dare!” Dean cut his younger brother off.

“Sam, I can’t do that,” you protested.

“(Y/N), please.” Sam stared past his brother at you with sad eyes. “You have to promise me.”

You looked between Sam and Dean. Dean cut his eyes at you harshly. However, you knew Dean could never kill his brother if it really came down to it. You weren’t sure you would, either, but you would rather Dean not have another dead family member to blame himself for.

“I promise,” you mumbled.

“Thanks,” Sam grinned. He extended a hand to you. You grabbed it and squeezed. “Thank you. You are—”

“Alright. Come on,” Dean grumbled. He shoved Sam back on the bed. Sam hugged his pillow and snuggled into it. You stared at him sadly, afraid to meet Dean’s gaze.

You turned and left the room, Dean hot on your heels as you unlocked your door.

“How dare you,” he growled. “What the fuck, (Y/N)?! I’m not gonna let you kill my brother!”

“And I’m not gonna do it, either!” you argued, shutting the door behind him. “But I couldn’t let you promise that. I won’t let you.”

“And why not?!” He roared.

“Because I’m not gonna let you have another death to blame yourself for! You’re falling apart, Dean,” you pointed out. “No matter what I say, you’re always gonna blame yourself for John. I’m sure, in some ways, you blame yourself for your mom. Sam is your world. Trust me, I know how that feels. I won’t let you be the one responsible for his death.” You held your ground as he stepped closer to you.

“You don’t get to make that call for me, (Y/N)!” he yelled. “I don’t care what happens, you’re not fucking killing Sam.”

“Dean, you think I wanna kill him? Fuck no! He’s family to me,” you retaliated. “You know I wouldn’t do that to him. But I also saw your face. You were gonna promise him, weren’t you?”

He didn’t answer, looking away from you.

“Exactly. I’d rather you blame me than yourself,” you said, voice quieting considerably.

Dean’s turned-away face was set in hard lines, but he seemed to have nothing else to say.

You stepped in front of him and held up your pinky. “I promise you, I won’t make a move on Sam unless it’s absolutely last resort. I promise I’m gonna do everything I can to try and save him, first. And even then, I won’t do anything until you give the okay.”

Dean considered for a moment, and you could see his brain flooding with conflicting thoughts. Finally and wordlessly, he linked your pinky with his.

“My parents begged me to kill them,” you said after a moment. “I didn’t want to. Everything in me screamed at me not to. But I realized they didn’t wanna become something that wasn’t, y’know, them. I can imagine Sam’s in the same spot. Except… he knows it’s coming. He wants to know that if it does happen, we’ll take care of him.”

Dean still didn't say a word to you for another few moments. “I’m gonna get a drink,” he said finally.

“Okay. G’night, Dean.”

***

The next morning, you were afraid to talk to Dean or Sam. You didn’t want Sam to remember the promise you made to him, and you didn’t want Dean to be upset with you because you were trying to protect him and his heart. You didn’t want him to have to cope with the guilt you felt every single day, clawing at your heartstrings and pounding against your memories.

Knuckles rapped against the door of your room. Having been dressed since three that morning, you opened the door expecting Sherwin or Susan. Instead, it was Sam.

“Oh, hey!” you said cheerfully.

“Hey,” he grimaced.

“Hungover?”

He nodded. “Look, uh, we’re gonna go talk to Rose. You should come with.”

“Sure,” you said. You couldn’t quite gauge if Sam remembered what you, he, and Dean had talked about the night before.

Dean picked the lock to the private quarters after ensuring the room was clear. You headed up a winding staircase to see an old woman, possibly in her nineties, sitting in a wheelchair. She was trembling unceasingly, and you started connecting the dots as to what was going on here.

“Guys… she’s had a stroke,” you explained gently as the two of them were trying to soothe her tremors.

Dean turned and spoke to you for the first time that morning. “Yeah, but Hoodoo's hands-on; I mean, you've got to mix herbs, chant, and build an altar.”

“Yeah. So it can't be Rose,” Sam added. “Hey, maybe it's not even Hoodoo.”

“Or she could be faking,” Dean suggested.

You scoffed. “Yeah, what are you gonna do, poke her with a stick?”

Dean frowned, nodding.

“Dude! You’re not gonna poke her with a stick!” you hissed.

“What the hell?!” came Susan’s voice from behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You and the brothers babbled, searching for an explanation.

Susan rushed over to her mother. “Look at her, she is scared out of her wits. I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I'm calling the cops.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you nodded, leaving without hesitation.

***

When you got in the car, Dean pulled just down the road from the hotel to watch the entrance and exits for anything suspicious and searching for an opportunity to go back inside.

You and Dean still hadn’t spoken to each other. It was odd; usually you were talking to each other at a mile a minute. However, to your shock, Dean took out the Metallica cassette tape he promised he’d change and replaced it with your favorite Alice in Chains cassette; “Facelift.” You took it as a sign of goodwill and smiled to yourself.

About an hour or two passed before you saw Susan exiting the hotel and packing boxes into her car. You and the brothers ducked down when you noticed Sherwin driving in your direction. When your heads popped back up, Susan was walking over to the playground at the sight of a swing moving back and forth on its own. Without needing to say anything, you and the boys hopped out of the car and sprinted into the woods to get closer to the situation and help Susan, should anything happen.

The see-saw moved up and down next, then the rest of the playset. Suddenly, her red car’s engine revved. Sam knew what was going to happen and ran at Susan to tackle her out of the way of the charging vehicle.

“Are you okay?” he asked her while he pulled her up from the ground.

“I think so,” she replied breathlessly.

“C’mon, let’s get inside, let’s go,” Dean ordered.

Sam helped Susan into the inn and over to the bar.

“Whiskey,” Susan demanded when she sat down.

You headed behind the bar and slid it over to her.

“What the hell happened out there?” she asked.

“You want the truth?” Dean chimed in.

She nodded.

“Well, at first, we thought it was some sort of Hoodoo curse,” the older brother began, “but that out there? That was definitely a spirit.”

Susan scoffed. “You're insane.”

“Probably,” you shrugged.

“Look, I'm sorry, Susan. We don't exactly have time to ease you into this, but we need to know when your mother had the stroke,” Sam urged.

She looked at him strangely. “What does that have to do with any—”

“Just answer the question.”

“About a month ago.”

You licked your teeth. “Right before the killings started.”

Sam looked to you and Dean. “See? So what if Rose was working Hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone. To protect them.”

“She was using the five spot urns to ward off the spirit,” Dean noted.

“Right, until she had a stroke, and she couldn't anymore,” the brunet finished.

Susan laughed humorlessly. “I don't believe this.”

“Listen, sister,” Dean grunted, “that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean, I guess it did, technically, but, but the spirit can— forget it.”

Sam interrupted his brother’s quickly derailing train of thought. “Look, believe what you want. But the fact is you and your family are in danger, all right? So you need to clear everybody out of here: your employees, your mother, your daughters, everyone.”

“Um, I only have one daughter,” Susan replied.

“One?” Sam questioned. “I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie.”

“Maggie's imaginary,” she said simply.

‘Fuck,’ you thought. “Where’s Tyler?” you asked, trying to keep your cool.

“Uh, maybe in the playroom,” Susan suggested, sounding frantic. “Tyler!” she called as she burst through its door.

You were horrified to see the floor littered with broken porcelain dolls, and Susan’s panic became worse. “Oh, my god. Tyler. Tyler!”

“Susan, tell us what you know about Maggie,” Sam demanded.

She tried to steady herself. “Uh, not much. Um, Tyler's been talking about her since Mom got sick.”

“Okay, did you ever know anyone by that name?”

She shook her head.

“No dead relatives?” you chimed in. “Maybe somebody who used to work or live here?”

“Oh, my god,” she realized. “My mom. My mom had a sister named Maggie. She died when she was little.”

“Uh-huh,” you encouraged. “Where?”

“She drowned in the pool!”

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You and the Winchesters raced to the poolhouse with Susan in tow. You could see Tyler standing on the opposite side of the balcony, leaning forward.

“Tyler!” her mother screamed.

You ran to the other side after spotting a glass window across the way. You took the butt of your gun that was tucked into your jeans and smashed the glass with it. Your breath caught at the sight of Tyler falling into the pool below, screaming.

Finally, you managed to get the glass broken enough to get through. You dove over the balcony’s railing headfirst toward the little girl wrapped in the plastic tarp from her struggling. You turned on your back and kicked with all your might over to the side of the pool, holding the unconscious girl in your arms. You gently laid her on the pool’s edge, listening for a pulse. Thankfully, it was there, and all you could do was wait to see if she woke up.

Moments later, Tyler sputtered, choking on water, and she woke up.

“Thank god!” Susan cried, pulling her daughter into her lap. “Thank god, thank god.”

Soaking wet, you crawled out of the pool. “Tyler, do you see Maggie anywhere?”

The girl shook her head. “No, she's gone.” She buried her face in her mother’s neck, hugging her tightly. Your heart broke a little at the sight.

You rung your hair out and followed behind Sam and Dean as they discussed Maggie’s potential whereabouts, heading back up to the hotel.

Susan held Tyler close as they climbed the stairs to get the eldest woman in their family and leave the hotel.

Cold and shaking from the pool mixed with the slight chill in the air, your teeth began to chatter. Wordlessly, Dean took his leather jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you smiled sheepishly.

Suddenly, Susan screamed loudly. You and the boys ran up the stairs to see Rose slumped over in her wheelchair, dead.

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Paramedics swarmed about as Sam attempted to comfort Susan and send them off. You were slightly drier, now, having changed into a different set of clothes. Still, you kept Dean’s much larger jacket wrapped around your body. The man in question leaned against the Impala next to you.

“Are… are we okay?” you asked suddenly.

He turned to you, arms crossed. “I don’t know, are we?”

You grimaced. “I just, after last night, I just wanted to make sure that—”

“Yeah, (Y/N), we’re fine. But I don’t wanna keep bringing it up.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

A moment of tense silence passed. Then, he draped his arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Promise. We’re fine.”

You stuck out your pinky. He chuckled and linked yours with his.

Sam approached you and Dean, still seeming confused by the two of you. He shook his head, though, deciding against asking.

“Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?” Dean smirked at his brother.

“Yeah, it does,” Sam nodded. “But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean.”

“We talked about a lot of things last night.” Dean’s voice had a warning edge to it.

“You know what I mean.”

“You were wasted.”

“But she wasn’t. And she promised,” Sam said.

You looked up at him. “Sam—”

“You promised, (Y/N).”

You had nothing to say to that. “But I am gonna try everything in my power not to have to do that,” you added.

Sam nodded solemnly. The three of you got in the car without speaking to each other and cruised down the road as Alice in Chains played in the background.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 2 years ago

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The lack of charlie fics on this app should be illegal so you’re doing gods work 🧎🏻‍♀️

could you please do more perv creepy charlie

Perv!Charlie Walker ~ headcanon 2

warning : obsession , touching without consent , sexual assault basicaly , drugging, touching , hurt , clueless reader , obsessed Charlie Walker , obsessive love , pervert Charlie Walker , kidnapping , dark themes , open ending , alkohol , one-sided love

Info : Thank you for your kind words anon. I appreciate that really and if god don't do his work...well I'm happy to do it ;)

first part , third part

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°It had been a few days since he had put the cameras in her room. But his obsession, his search for her, had not diminished. It had gotten worse.

°Every free minute of the weekend he had watched her on the screen through the cameras. He recorded everything he could see of her and imagined her with him.

°He felt how excited he was when Monday came and he finally saw her again. He only half heard Robbie talking as he gave her a smile and wished her a ,,Good morning". His heart beat faster when he heard her voice, her eyes on him and she thanked him for his help with her mobile phone.

°My best work he thought as he watched her disappear into the history room. Her mobile phone in his defence was not broken at first, it was a coincidence that played into his hands. Which is why he had happily taken care of her phone. Now he could not only see all her messages but also keep an eye on her location all the time.

°You're slowly becoming mine he thought and a brief smile crept onto his lips as his hand went into his pocket and he stroked the soft fabric of her panties. It would all be a matter of time.

°The hours passed and the lunch break arrived while Charlie looked at a table outside with Robbie, the brown-haired man fixed her with his gaze. Because of the heat you had put on a top with a short skirt and seemed to show him so much of your body outside your room that a confidence mixed with obsession came out in Charlie that for a moment he wasn't sure if he should go over to you right away, keep watching you from a distance without your knowledge...or sink a knife into you.

°Maybe all together he thought and bit into his apple as a sigh came over his lips. You would taste sweeter he was sure. You just had to be his in a moment of carelessness.

°The lunch break came to an end and when the bell rang to end the lesson he went over to her to escort her to the film club. It was a normal meeting, a briefing for the incoming Stabathon, the final formalities. ,,I mean I'm looking forward to the films but now?" he heard her question and had to stifle a laugh. So naive he thought with a grin even as his eyes wandered over her form.

°He would have done anything for her safety, even if it meant killing her and his classmates. But that was something of a means to an end. Along with Jill, it would be something that would only bring him closer to her. Though their question was quickly overrun by shouts and disagreements, he addressed her after the meeting.

°There was a fake worry in his voice as he said, ,,Don't worry about the Stabathon. I don't think Ghostface would hit in such a crowd, it's not like him" he said and smiled at her carefully. He saw her think about his words for a moment. Before he saw her relief.

°She wasn't stupid, he knew that, but she had no idea about his second persona. She had no idea what lurked inside him, what he was capable of. ,,It will be fine," she said with relief and thanked him. He could hardly wait to see her at the Stabathon.

°The evening of the Stabathon came quickly and he found himself looking at his mobile phone to see where she was. But it stayed that way, the little red dot moving quickly towards the barn. What will she be wearing? he asked himself, letting his mind wander. A short skirt with a view of her legs so short that he could almost see her panties? Or a pair of tight jeans with a belly top with a view of her upper body? He could hardly wait to finally see her.

°A pleasant feeling ran through his body as she came in. A short tight black cocktail dress clung to her body. Showing enough skin to let Charlie use his imagination and yet not rush in to touch her. Just for me he thought and walked up beside Robbie to greet her.

°After a few exchanging words, he had managed to brush Robbie off and join her for the alcohol. He himself sipped a little from his cup before he saw her greet one of her friends and turn from him. Now's my chance he thought and reached into his pocket. Inwardly he thanked Jill for the small vial of sleeping pills she had stolen from her mother. One advantage of a killer duo. Like Billy and Stu he thought with a grin as the powder dissolved in the dark red drink.

°With a small nervous smile he handed her the drink and fixated her lips as she unknowingly took a sip. She tasted no difference and thanked him before joining her friends. Not knowing that it was only a matter of time. A matter of time before the drug took effect.

°When Stab One began, he stood behind the seats, half watching the film and half watching her. He had placed her in the back, out of sight of the crowd. Saw her touching her head from time to time and sipping her drink. Before she said something to her friends and stood up slightly unsteadily.

°He saw her walk towards the side exit and hold on to the wooden wall for a moment. It's time, he thought and withdrew from his seat before following her. It was noticeably cooler outside than it had been and he saw her seemingly trying to get some clarity in her head through the air. ,,Ch-Charlie?" she asked uncertainly as he came out of the shadows towards her. She had been leaning against one of the wooden bales outside.

°He couldn't help but smile and let the mask fall. His other insecurities that he couldn't seem to get rid of fell away. Every time he had the knife in his hand, saw the bodies and knew he was in control, he seemed like a changed man. ,,What's wrong? Are you not feeling well...are you dizzy, tired or even nauseous?" he enumerated and saw something like fear flicker in her tired gaze. ,,How...do you know?" she asked slowly and tried to move away from him.

°He tilted his head slightly before coming closer and placing one hand next to her head while the other reached for her hand gently and almost lovingly. ,,You don't know how long I've waited for this moment," he murmured and felt his heart beating fast. He finally touched her, she was so warm and soft. Her smell seemed to surround her. It was addictive.

°With his hand next to her head, he ran it over a strand of her hair. They were as soft as he had imagined. What noises she would make if he pulled on it, what would she tell him, confess and admit. Leaving her strand of hair behind, he gently ran his hand over her cheek for fear he might hurt her. The warm soft skin of her body. She was perfect.

°He felt her trying to free herself from his grip. ,,Too weak" he whispered and saw her trying to say something but the drug seemed to have clouded her mind. Finally, with one last attempt to free herself, she succumbed to the substance and passed out. ,,There you go," he praised her and caught her before observing her sleeping form for a moment.

°Brushing a strand of hair from her face, he felt the satisfaction and anticipation inside him as he took her with him.

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 month ago

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V, U, J w/ Bubba (fluff alphabet)

was wondering when the wheel was going to land on the slasher fandom lets gooooooo!! and its one of the leatherfaces? even better lets fucking go!!!! prompts: valentine, upset, jealousy notes: reader is gn but post mostly focuses on bubba, written on mobile cws: canon typical violence and food

UPSET

When you're upset he gets upset with you... why are you sad? :(? Is there anything he can do for you?

Gently rubs your head and incoherently mumbles to you if you're crying... there there reader, please don't cry!!

Does his best to try to make you feel better, and if possible he will try to right whatever wrong was done to you

Genuinely tries his best to be mindful of your feelings and generally be in tune with you, it was hard before but hes come such a long way

JEALOUSY

Gets jealous bad and he struggles to manage it, will try to steal you away back to him

God bless whichever victim decides to try to flirt with you while under the assumption you're a normal person who isnt associated with a family of cannibals... bubba can be real brutal when he wants to be

And them making moves on you made him so.... angry! Please let him know that hes enough for you, he looks like a kicked puppy when he comes back to you

VALENTINE

You wake up to flowers next to your bed, though they may be a little wilted by the time you wake up.... he simply pulled them out of the ground from outside and didnt think to do much more with them

Has a picnic planned! His family's specialty is food, meat to be specific! Let him treat you, he worked so hard on the food for you!

Practically shoves the portions into your hands, he'd feed you himself if you allow him to

You both may be bothered by his brothers- either teased for being a pair of lovebirds or bullied back into getting to work...

#bubba sawyer x you #bubba sawyer imagine #bubba sawyer x reader #slasher imagine #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slashers x you #slashers imagine #slashers x reader #canon x reader #canon x you #x reader

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faerieswrites · 2 years ago

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Not sure I can explain how much I need season 2 to have snarky flirty asshole Tyler who annoys the shit out of everyone but the second he senses danger to Wednesday he just goes absolutely feral

smug!tyler drabble

(This was typed out on mobile lol sorry for the weird formatting / typos)

"What can I get you?" Wednesday looked up at the familiar male voice, her eyes slightly wide with shock. Was that - no, it couldn't be. But when her eyes met the speaker's, she couldn't avoid the bizarre, impossible truth - Tyler was standing behind the counter of the Weathervane, flashing her a shit-eating grin and asking for her coffee order.

Enid, who had been getting a drink with Wednesday as part of their new bi-daily "girl time" ritual, let out a shocked gasp.

"Tyler?" Her voice was incredulous, and slightly shaky with anger. It seemed Enid hadn't forgotten about the scuffle she and the hyde had the last semester. Tyler smiled at her, and the grin was all teeth. Enid's claws extended partially, making Tyler laugh mockingly.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Enid. What do you want to order?" Tyler said. Wednesday narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure out why the hell he was back in town and not in a mental institution or behind bars. Had the sheriff pulled some strings? Had he escaped?

"We don't want your fucking-"

"I'll take a quad." Wednesday interrupted Enid's angry outburst, too curious to walk away. Judging by the smug expression on Tyler's face, he'd expected her to stick around. Wednesday could indulge Tyler, just this once. She was dying to know how he'd managed to assimilate back into normal life with no issue.

"Coming right up," Tyler said, looking far too pleased for Wednesday's liking. Her curiosity was strong, but it would only go so far in excusing Tyler's, frankly, obnoxious behavior. This was all hyde; the boy from before the police station was gone, leaving only the flirty, cocky, dangerous side of Tyler. Wednesday, unfortunately, was hopelessly attracted to him.

Before Wednesday could start ratting off questions or Enid could start pestering Wednesday to leave, someone cleared their throat behind the two girls loudly. Wednesday turned around and saw a squat, blonde woman looking shrewd and angry, her face pinched like a french bulldog's.

"Some of us," God, her voice was nasally, "Have work to get to." The woman pushed Wednesday to the side slightly, stepping forward to get closer to the counter. "You need to have some respect for other people's time." Wednesday had to give it to the woman, she had audacity. The blonde set her arm on the counter, her loose, long-sleeved ugly green cardigan draped all over the wood.

Tyler, having seen the entire exchange, promptly walked back over and sank a knife into her cardigan, pinning it to the counter. Enid, Wednesday, and the now terrified woman stared at the knife in shock. Had Tyler lost his goddamned mind? To his credit, the four of them were the only ones in the cafe at the time, due to it being the dead period of his shift, but still.

Tyler gave the woman his most charming customer service smile, setting Wednesday's quad, poured into a travel cup, on the counter and sliding it towards her. Wednesday took the coffee cup and took a sip. Perfectly brewed. She'd missed Tyler's coffee brewing skills.

"Sit tight, ma'am! I'll be with you in a minute." Tyler was smiling brightly, and his tone was polite, but there was an insanity behind his eyes that had the blonde woman cursing up a storm and trying to tug the knife out of the countertop. Unfortunately for her, Tyler had wedged it too deeply into the wood for her to get it out herself, and he seemed content just to watch her struggle.

Wednesday rolled her eyes at the display, taking her to go cup and pulling a shell shocked Enid out of the cafe. When she looked down at the cup, there was a message scrawled in Tyler's messy handwriting.

I know you have questions. Crackstone's Crypt, 11 pm. Promise there won't be anything Legally Blonde related.

#wednesday x tyler #weyler

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koopytron · 4 months ago

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For Disability Pride Month, I just wanna share some thoughts.

If you are not currently disabled, you will be.

Whether it's temporary (broken leg, pregnancy, surgery recovery, etc) or permanent (paralysis, macular degeneration, lost of limb(s), chronic pain, neurodivergent, etc), you will need aid.

Whether you need tools (wheelchair, leg brace, glasses, text-to-speech, etc) or not, you will need aid.

Ableism affects everyone. Becoming older is just a countdown to some form of disability; do not fear the inevitable. Instead, look to your peers who are already affected and gain insight into what truly helps them. Because you will be next. Do not fall into the trap that you are immune to the lack of ramps or public transit.

More under the break.

While I have you, here are ways you can be more accommodating:

- Speaking clearly for those with autism, and repeat yourself (sometimes with different wording) to help them understand. Let them stim and decompress in their own ways.

- Being patient with those with ADHD, they DO want to do those tasks and answer your texts. Give them the time to find the executive function to do so. Don't take a suddenly productive day as their new normal.

- Do not stigmatize those with mental illnesses. Sometimes it is genetic and out of their control, sometimes it is caused by too much stress, and sometimes they are simply not getting the help they need. Create clear boundaries if you must. Sometimes it can be scary, and it's your choice on how to respond. But stigmatizing is the last thing you want to do. It could be you next time.

- Please move out of the way of wheelchairs if you can. It's easier for an abled person to walk through dirt and grass and wheelchairs are more expensive than you might realize; most people cannot afford them to replace them. Please do NOT push them around unless they specifically ask for it. Otherwise you are kidnapping them and it's terrifying.

- People in leg braces and other mobility aids will move slower. They know they are slower. Being huffy about it will not fix their condition. Find the patience to step around them when there is the space to do so.

- Glasses are a disability aid. They are just normalized and sometimes even fashionable. Thought I would point it out since some people don't view themselves as disabled despite wearing them everyday.

- People with chronic pain often bear it without any external signs. Never assume someone is perfectly healthy when they politely decline to give up their seat on a bus or have a handicap marker on their car and you see them walk into the store. For some people, walking for twenty minutes to pick up milk and eggs is all they can manage before they have to rest their feet and parking closer keeps them from collapsing in the parking lot.

- Do not talk to deaf people like they are stupid. Barring any other conditions, they are just like you and me. Speak normally. Most can read lips if you face them. Learning a few signs like "thank you" and "hello" is easy and even fun. (I know about a dozen signs myself and still trying to learn more!)

- Related to that, for anyone making subtitles, if the dialogue is in another language and the audience is supposed to know what they are saying, please find it in your heart to convey it. None of this "Speaking in an alien language" unless the hearing audience is also supposed to be clueless. When it's a real language this is even worse.

- Also, lots of people use text-to-speech programs. Usually because they are blind in some way. Please avoid using acronyms and replacing real spellings with fake ones. The parsers cannot make any sense of k!ll and su!c!de. Just use kill and suicide for the love of god.

I could go on and on, but even if this post has left a lasting impression on only one person then it was worth it. We are all each other's support system. Laws that affect disabled people now will also affect you in the future. Overpriced medicine will also be the prices you will be paying. Insurances will find ways to not cover you because they are assholes.

No one wants to be disabled. No one is gloating about the frankly laughable amount the government provides in aid, if they give out anything at all. Disabled people often lose benefits upon marriage. They are not a subclass for you to ignore. Unlike being a certain sexuality or gender, being disabled is something you can be thrusted in without warning at any time.

Therefore, we must take pride in our disabilities, because feeling shame is not an acceptable replacement.

#disabled #disability #disability pride #long post #accommodation #chronic pain #adhd #autism #mental illness #physical disability #deaf #blind

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dandelion-system · 14 days ago

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Finally going to get a referral to the persistent pain clinic. Which is neat, because yay they can help us be in less pain! BUT! the option that seemed to most promising (a tens machine) I can’t use, because I’m allergic to the adhesive they use on the sticky patches (including the allergenic ones. I’ve tried them.) and I don’t know what other options there are, except, and this is the ‘fun’ part, therapy for restricting my activity or using mobility aids.

I’ve been told that this clinic doesn’t recommend pain management with meds, and that’s fair enough, meds haven’t worked for me before. I know that they will offer cbt for my chronic pain, which, just… I’ve had cbt before and it just traumatised the hell out of me. It probably wouldn’t traumatise me this time, but it sure as hell won’t work. I know that I’ll get physio or something for it, but I can now categorically prove that no amount of exercise or rest is going to help me unless I make it a perfect balance and forsake the rest of my life for it. Which leaves the only other option I can think of as a mobility aid.

I own a cane. I used one for a few months last year when it got really bad. Over the summer, I managed my pain well enough to stop needing to use it. Lately, I’ve found myself wanting it again. The thing is- our mum is NOT happy about us using a mobility aid. I know she’s ashamed of us seeming disabled. Hell, I’ve been telling her for three, four years that there’s something wrong with me and she’s only just two months ago started to genuinely believe me, after seeing the numbers on a medical device. (My blood pressure PLUMMETED and that time I didn’t even feel dizzy.) she just doesn’t seem cool with it. I have this feeling that she would rather we restricted our life and gave up on doing things and being a normal young adult (19) so I don’t need to use a cane. I don’t know if it’s because she sees it as weakness, and she’s always had a think against appearing weak, or whether she thinks it reflects badly on her, or she’s trying to look out for me and thinks I’ll be judged. But hell, there are so many things I was able to do when I was using it, just because I was using it.

And I don’t really understand why. A lot of our pain is in our back and shoulders anyway, but from what i can gather that pain stems from having to be so conscious and ut so much effort into keeping the correct gait and posture to walk. We’re unbalanced and slow, and have a ‘drift’ (we can’t really walk in a straight line unless we pay reaaalllllyyyy close attention). I guess having that extra point of contact was just enough to balance us out, and we could finally exist without exerting extra energy into just functioning? I don’t know, that’s my best guess. And I may go to the pain clinic and they say i shouldn’t use it and give me something else to manage it with (but fuck them if they say do therapy and stay at home and exercise because I’ve TRIED that and it’s not gonna work.) maybe they say a different mobility aid would suit us better. I don’t really know. What I DO know is that it would be so amazing to be able to not be in pain just from existing, and it’s possible, i just have to turn my life upside down for it.

God, I guess this whole post is just me saying ‘please dear Lord or whatever is in control of fate or whatever don’t let them just tell me to do therapy and exercise I beg of you’

#cw vent #personal vent #vent post #vent #chronic pain

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jokertrap-ran · 7 months ago

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[Gakuen K] Kusanagi Izumo Route: My feelings are real Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut !

Red Club: MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Misaki: Hey, Kamamoto! How’d you like my special Christmas fried rice?!

Kamamoto: It’s delicious! But isn’t there way too much paprika and bell peppers in this?

Misaki: Don’t fret the small things, dumbass! It’s Christmas! Garnishing stuff with red or green is the norm!

Izumo: There's plenty of food here, Mikoto. Eat up before you head home.

Mikoto: Just eating doesn't make it any different from any other day…

Izumo: Oh? Wanna sing Jingle Bells then?

Mikoto: No thanks.

Ran: (Kusanagi-san’s going on with life as if nothing's happened…)

Ran: (What should I have done back then?)

Ran: (Do I really have to give up on my love for him…?)

Totsuka: You seem down. What's up? Food not to your taste?

Ran: Oh, no… I think it's plenty delicious.

Totsuka: Really? Then what’s with the glum look? Santa's gonna run and happiness is gonna flee if you keep that up.

Ran: Sorry…

Totsuka: Is it because of Kusanagi-san, by chance?

Ran: Wha-

Totsuka: Ahaha, bullseye.

Totsuka: I love you, you know.

Totsuka: Not just you. King, Kusanagi-san, Yata, and Kamamoto too. I love the members of the Red Club.

Totsuka: That's why I was happy for you two when I learned that you were both dating. Because the people I love have found love in each other, sharing in happiness and joy.

Totsuka: But, the truth in reality isn't as sweet. I can see that you're both hurting.

Totsuka: You guys got together because you loved each other, so what happened?

Ran: I… don't know. Kusanagi-san never told me the reason behind his decision.

Totsuka: And you're fine with that?

Ran: …

Totsuka: See, I'm the type of person who delves deep into things that have my attention. Once I jump, it's all in or nothing, and I won't leave till I'm satisfied and have all the cards.

Totsuka: I'd hate to have things that I'm being kept in the dark about remain out of reach forever.

Totsuka: The world is full of mysteries and wonders. And not even I or the Gods can unravel them all, but—

Totsuka: I believe that we can always reach out and unravel those closest to us.

Totsuka: If there's something you don't know, make it so that you are in the know. Don't give up on it till you do. Because giving up is equivalent to throwing away the future it presents.

Ran: (If there's something I don't know, make it so that I do, and don't give up on it…)

Ran: (But what would I even do once all the cards are laid out before me?)

Ran: (If I learn the reason why he hates me now…)

»» ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♔◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ««

Izumo: Ahh~ I'm beat… Really wasn't expectin’ clean up to take this long…

Ran: Kusanagi-san.

Izumo: Hmm? Oh, hey. It's you. What are you still doin’ here this late?

Ran: I was… waiting for you.

Izumo: Me?

Ran: You broke up with me when we went shopping last time. I'd like to know the reason why.

Ran: Because I still love you, and I can't accept it.

Ran: If it was something about me, or something I did wrong, then I'll try my best to change.

Ran: So, please. Tell me. Did I do something wrong?

Izumo: …

Izumo: You didn't do anythin’, it's me.

Izumo: I realized that I was startin’ to get too involved in the relationship.

Ran: !!!

Izumo: Despite me bein’ the one who said that I'd stick around because I wanted you to gain some self-confidence.

Izumo: I was casual ‘bout it at first, wantin’ to just stick around till the fledgling chick became a swan. Although, now that I think about it that was quite uncouth of me.

Izumo: I'd intended to let you go once you found someone you loved.

Izumo: But you were so cute, only growin’ more lovable as time passed. And the way you acted… seemed as if you really did love me.

Izumo: Before I realized it myself, you were all that I could think about.

Izumo: But, these are all just my selfish thoughts. You don't have to concern yourself with them.

Ran: Kusanagi-san… But, I—

Izumo: I'm sure you grew attached to me ‘cause I was always around you.

Izumo: Don't worry ‘bout it. You're cute, and with an illustrious personality to boot. I'm sure you'll be able to find a guy much better than me in no time.

Ran: I—

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Ran: I'm not settling for anyone else other than you, Kusanagi-san!!!

Izumo: Ran-chan…

Ran: And I'm serious about it. I really do love you. It isn't just puppy love or anything like that!

Ran: Because I already loved you before you even brought up dating!

Izumo: Wha…

Ran: That's when I realized that you didn't really see me as a girl.

Ran: But that was fine with me, as long as we got to spend time together…

Ran: But, surely, you do see me as a girl now, right?

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Izumo: …Yeah. That's right.

Izumo: No more. I won't let you go. Not for anyone; not for anythin’.

Ran: Kusanagi-san…

Izumo: I can be serious about you now?

Ran: Of course!

Izumo: I see. I won't hold back anymore then. I've given up on gettin’ over you.

Izumo: I have my own faults, but if you're willin’ to accept me… then I'll gladly reciprocate. After all, these feelings of mine— Well, they're as real as they can get.

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Next Scene: Late Christmas Present

#Gakuen K #Gakuen K: Wonderful School Days #K project #Otome #Translations #Kusanagi Izumo #Sakurai Takahiro #Gakuen K Izumo Route #Yata Misaki #Kamamoto Rikio #Suoh Mikoto #Totsuka Tatara

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slifarianhawk · 1 year ago

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Chapter 30: shots fired

I walked into Gales's training room clapping, "Not bad for the first spar in years between my best student and my greatest treasure."

I walked over proceeding to lift Albert off of Gale. He seemed lighter than normal, maybe the angelis virus was still active. Albert looked quite sternly at me and sighed.

"You should be resting my dearheart," Albert said leaning against me, holding my hand, and caressing my cheek.

"Get a room you two," Gale said walking out into the vehicle bay.

That was when the comms alert went off, "Nighthawk to Galeforce and Phoenix, agent Archer is down shot fired from tree line of the quarantine area." I snarled and my eyes flared bright freezing blue.

Gale looked back at me with a worried expression, "You OK, T?"

"Gods, why can I not catch a FUCKING BREAK TODAY?!?!?" I shouted sprinting up to my office, grabbing my bow, arrows, and black wakizashi. With my samurai edge on my side, I raced back down to the vehicle bay.

"Come on we're running it'll be quieter than the ATVs or bikes," Gale said exiting the vehicle bay to the outside.

"I will come with as much as Tabitha's assistant has grown on me I feel I should be there. " Albert said following Gale grabbing his trench coat from the training room and rushing to catch up with Gale. I was right behind him popping a viral activator pill. I felt my body's energy surge.

"Let's go." I took off towards the quarantine zone. I was screaming in my mind for being so careless. I activated my comm collar and called up Lupo.

"What do you need Tabitha?" Karena asked worried, "I heard the earlier transmission. We can mobilize if needed."

"No I need you to bring the medical transport to the quarantine zone," I said speeding ahead of Albert. There was electricity in my step and worry as well.

Shortly we saw Nighthawk and Arjuna lying on the ground.

"G....get down" Nighthawk coughed holding Archer up against his chest. Archer was shot in his lower abdomen. A tampon was haphazardly shoved into the wound.

I got low and pulled out my bow. The eighty-five draw weight was difficult but worth it. Notching my arrow I noticed the smell of gunpowder and a slight flash in the corner of my eye, "EVERYONE GET DOWN!" I ordered as a bullet whizzing past me struck Gale in the shoulder.

"FUCK!" Gale shouted falling to his knees.

I quickly let my arrow fly striking the tree where the shot came from.

I quickly switched from my bow to my wakizashi and quickly charged the tesla coil so I could have a stunning blade. Albert grabbed my hand but with a quick jolt, I dashed towards the tree line.

"TABITHA! GET BACK!!" Albert yelled and I jumped back as a bullet lodged itself in the ground.

"Phoenix Corps. more like special needs Corps." A voice said over the comm link.

I picked up the bullet and fear pooled in my stomach, the way it was shattered indicated it was a hollow-tipped round. Another shot rang out this one grazed Gale's cheek the bullet shattering on contact barely missing his eye. He fell back

"Damn, I missed again." The voice coming through the comms said.

"Come out you coward!" I shouted.

The next thing I knew an explosion ripped through the trees and I saw a cloaked figure running back toward the old Umbrella base.

I'm going to find this bastard and make him pay dearly for harming Arjuna and Gale. I stopped in my tracks, Juna! I didn't hear a mag change he must have been shot with the hollow-tipped rounds as well.

"ARJUNA! GALE!" I ran back to them, Nighthawk clutching Archer in his arms crying.

"No please No, not my Juna," I said falling next to Archer his breathing was ragged, and blood was pouring from the tampon that Nighthawk used to plug the wound. I unattached my med kit and grabbed a few cans of first aid spray. I tossed one to Gale while I removed the object that was plugging Archer's wound.

"I'm sorry June. I'll be faster next time." I sprayed his wound and watched as it slowly closed.

"Ugh, Tabitha? What happened?" Archer said waking up.

"You rest Juna. Lupo is en route with the medical transport. You were shot with a hollow point in your lower abdomen I don't think it's fatal. It's still a serious injury though." I said worried as Lupo arrived.

"You get going boss I'll get these two into medical quickly." She said pulling out a stretcher.

"Gale, load up with Archer you both need to be seen and have those bullet fragments dislodged from ya'lls bodies, " I ordered.

"Got it, boss lady," Gale said hopping in the transport.

I walked over to Nighthawk and handed him my bow and arrows. I would barely be able to see in the forest or even worse the umbrella facility.

"Someone who dares harm my assets before I even have a chance to test them," Albert growled.

"Let's go, I have a bad feeling about this," I said holstering my Beretta and sprinting toward where the figure ran off.

"Tabitha wait!" Wesker shouted taking after me.

I slid down the hill and I was right. Just what I was afraid of, the umbrella facility was in my sights. I slid and stopped right *in front of the base. Albert ran up behind me and stood in front of me.

"What has gotten into you dearheart? You have never been the one to charge in not thinking of the outcome. That is more of your brother's thing."

"I'm scared, my love. Gale and Arjuna are my closest friends. I feel like this is my fault in some way." I sighed and slid through the broken-down doorway.

"That man was certainly after Chambers. We will track him down and get some answers for you." Albert said kicking down the broken-apart rubble.

"Then let's proceed with caution this place is," I got cut off by cement falling from the ceiling," falling apart..."

"Just be careful my lotus," Albert said

"I will Wesk," I said stepping forward, and like clockwork, I fell through a hole in the floor.

Hi there sorry for the short chapter but it will be worth it for the chapters that are coming up happy Halloween my name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away

#albert wesker #resident evil #wesker #wesker x reader #albert wesker x reader #wesker x oc #albert wesker x oc #resident evil wesker #re wesker

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afro0with0no0afro · 8 months ago

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Beyond the Horizon

Herobrine x Black!reader Warnings: No Explicit sexual context mentions of vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dream sex, spanking, possessive sex, dubious consent

Chapter 4: What's a god to a Homeowner? Last chapter Next Chapter AO3

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Knock Knock

“Hosanna? Are you home?”

Knock Knock Knock

“It’s me, the cleric! I’m just coming to check on you since you last came to the village!”

Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock

Hosanna cracked open her eyes and looked around, her head felt full and fuzzy, her mouth and throat extremely dry. She tried to swallow what little spit was left in her mouth and looked around. She was still in bed and in her nightgown, when she lifted the covers off of her she saw Herobrine sleeping soundly on her stomach, lightly snoring as he loosely held her in his strong arms. She carefully and successfully slid from under him and gave him a pillow to hold instead, covering his head with her blanket and got up quietly. She hobbled to the door and cracked it open. “Hi cleric.” She rubbed her eyes, her voice hoarse and deep. The cleric let out a sigh of relief to see her, “Hosanna, I’m glad to see you up, are you doing okay? You haven’t gotten sick again have you?” He fretted as he reached his hand to feel her forehead and she swatted his hand away. “No cleric,” she cleared her throat, “I've just been…” she turned back to look at the sleeping giant in her bed and realized who she was talking to. “I’ve been resting, I twisted my ankle the other day and I haven’t been very mobile.” She lied, hoping the cleric wouldn’t want to come into her home. “I see, but I haven’t seen you in over a week and everyone has been terribly worried about you, Hosanna.” She cleared her throat and coughed, cocking her head sideways. “A week?"

She looked back to the lump on her bed and back to the cleric "H-has it been that long?". He tried to look over her shoulder, just barely noticing the large and dark hickies on her neck and feeling like he may have been intruding, “If now is not a good time Hosanna, I can return later with some salve for your ankle. Do you have a guest?” She refocused on the cleric, and shook her head, now hoping that their conversation wouldn’t wake Herobrine up. “Uhhh, no no nooooo, I just uhhh… yeah now’s not a good time, maybe tomorrow will be a better day.” She stepped back, pretending to limp as she shut the door. “I’m sorry Cleric!” He stood outside her door and said a small prayer to himself, his face heating up a bit “Be well Hosanna, please let me know if you need anything.” He turned and made the walk back to the village.

Hosanna walked normally back to her bed and lifted the blanket to take a closer look at Herobrine. He looked angry in his sleep, emphasized by the dark bags under his eyes. She realized that it would be strange if she were to walk to the village right now, especially since she just told the cleric she hurt herself and "implied" she was alone. Whenever Herobrine decided to wake up again, he would be pretty damn hungry, and he could probably clear a whole stewpot by himself. She sighed and changed into her daytime clothes, slipping on some socks and grabbing her shoes, unfortunately breathing in at the wrong time as she passed his dirty old boots. “What in Notch’s name? What died in there?” She waved a hand in front of her face and kicked his boots further away. Looking at him, she thought about the condition of his clothes and how filthy they were. “When you wake up, I’m washing your clothes. You have to wear my nightgown until everything is washed…” She talked at him, still sleeping soundly and unaffected by what she said. “Your ass included!”

She turned around and walked to her front door, making sure that she grabbed her sword and shield this time around and left for her garden. She harvested what carrots and potatoes were ready and carried them back in her shield, dropping them off inside near the soup pot the going to the river to fill it up and bring it back. She looked at Herobrine’s sleeping figure, trying to wake him up with her mind to help her lift the heavy pot on the hooks above the fire pit, but he remained in deep sleep in her bed. She sighed and set herself up to heft the pot up. Before she forgot, she walked back out and fed her sheep and cows quickly before she walked back inside. Hosanna made her way to her cold storage chest under her crafting table and pulled out a few large pieces of frozen steak, tossing them into the pot to thaw and starting the fire. Realizing that she still had her sword and shield on her, she hung them back on her wall near her door. '

Walking past Herobrine on her bed, she pulled the blanket back a bit and took another look at him sleeping. She carefully rubbed her knuckles with the grain of his beard, feeling how rough and wiry it was. She didn’t really take the time to see how big he was, he didn’t really fit on her bed, and he took up most of it. She also really hadn’t seen how muscular he was either, his biceps bulging as he hugged the pillow she had given him. If they had been asleep for the past week or so, she expected him to wake up sometime soon.

As she set herself to work on the stew, Herobrine slowly woke up, blinking hard and moving the blanket off his head as he took in his surroundings again. He watched her as she washed and peeled the vegetables, quietly humming to herself. “Hosanna, how long was I asleep for?” She stopped and turned to look at him, her head tilting as she just stared at him. “Excuse me? Are… you in my head?” He nodded. “Yes, I don’t feel like speaking out loud at the moment. How long have I been asleep, Hosanna?” She turned back to her potatoes and cut thick slices into the stewpot. “A week, apparently.” She got up and stretched her legs, “I didn’t know exactly when you’d be up, so I’m making stew. It won’t be ready for a few hours though.” Herobrine hummed out loud, his voice coming out deep and gravely. He sat up in bed and stretched his arms. “Hosanna, come here.” She walked over to the bed and looked at him. “Give me your hand.”

She made a face at him. “Why?” She offered her hand to him and he grabbed it and pulled her down to him. She let out a ‘hey’ as he held her to his chest and smelled her, she smelled like the spruce trees she built her house from. His hands made their way under her shirt and felt the smooth cold skin of her back. “What the hell, Herobrine! Let me go, you’re being weird!” He licked her neck with his broad tongue, enjoying the slight sting of salt from her sweat on his chapped lips. “Ah! Nopenopenope Let me go!!” She felt that strange dulling again and pushed herself off of him and fell on the floor. The dulling went away as she looked at him from her new position, she wiped away the saliva on her neck and rubbed it off on her pants. “Ewww, what the fuck Herobrine?! Don’t just lick me! What gives?” He just looked at her plainly, white eyes showing some amusement. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He began to smile, “How did you feel when I licked you?” She looked at him, “Weird, like I was getting a headache, why? What did you do to me?” He then pinched his arm roughly and immediately Hosanna rubbed the same spot on her arm, yelling at him as he laughed. “What the fuck Herobrine, what did you do to me?!”

“You feel everything I feel, pain and pleasure.” His smile was wicked and wide. “We are nearly one in the same now, I’ll know if you die or fuck another man, and you’ll know if I do the same. We don’t even need to be in the same space.” He laughed loudly from his spot on her bed. She just looked at him with a sense of despair, or defeat, she wasn’t really sure at the moment. She just looked at her arm and back at him, deciding something in her mind and looking Herobrine in the eyes. Waiting until they made eye contact, she took her nipple and pinched hard, just a bit more than she’s used to just to see his reaction. He flinched and rubbed his chest. “Hey! Cut that shit out!” Hosanna started to laugh.

“Oh buddy, it’s all over when my period comes around.” She stood up and looked back to her stewpot. Deciding that he was no longer that threatening, she sighed then looked back at him. “Okay, look here’s the deal,” she sat back down and started cutting up her potatoes and carrots again, “I don’t know what all you’ve done to me, but now you’re in my home, so two things need to happen.” She pointed her small knife at him, “you need to pick up some chores and you need to bathe.” Turning back to her stew she dropped some chopped carrots in. “I don’t know what you did to your boots, but they smell awful and so do you. I have some soap and a rag, the river’s not too far from here. Find it and wash your ass.” He made a face and scoffed. “Do you really think you can order around a god of death and destruction to take a bath-“

“Yes! Especially if this ‘gOd oF dEaTh AnD dEsTrUcTiOn’” she mocked him, “is gonna sleep in my bed and eat my food.”

He got up off her bed and stood over her. “You will not order me around Hosanna, understand your situation and know your place.” The dulling came back when he spoke to her, his eyes glowing dimly. She was roughly eye level with his crotch when she looked up at him, he meant to be intimidating but Hosanna was starting to get tired of his antics so she smacked him in the groin. He doubled over and stepped back, a small wave of cramps passed through her as she watched him sit back down on the bed. “You Bitch!!”

“And I’ll do it again! Now go bathe while I finish making food! You reek!!” She turned back to her veggies, ignoring the irritated look that Herobrine was giving her. He kept staring, eyes starting to glow dimly again but he stopped and rubbed his eyes hard. Hosanna’s eyes then stung like she had gotten soap in her eyes, she rubbed them with the backsides of her hands, stopping briefly to see him harshly rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands and snickered to herself. “Ha ha that’s what your smelly ass gets.” He stopped for a moment to shoot her a look, he got up and started undressing behind her. Starting with his slightly damp, grimy shirt, which he threw at the back of her head, then his equally dirty and trashed pants, which was also thrown at her. “Ugh!” She made a gagging sound and she quickly threw the offensively soiled clothes back at him and turned to look at him. “What in the fuck did yo— no!! NO!!!” She just looked at him in his tattered and holey boxers, barely held together by a couple of threads and hope, all the original color hidden by centuries of sweat, body oils, and dirt. She turned back around, “There is no way in-” She turned back to him in disbelief, “You really live like that? How have you not been chafing this whole time? I know your thighs are rubbed raw!” She did her best to ignore how large his bulge was in his sorry excuse for boxers and turned back to finish cutting the last of her veggies "Go! Fuck man! Now I can smell you from here!!"

Herobrine smirked and set a hand on his hip, once he pulled his “boxers” off his large frame he also threw them at the back of Hosanna’s head. Except this time she threw them in the fire. “What the fuck?! What is your problem, woman?!” Hosanna turned back and saw just was was hiding behind his now crispy boxers. She wasn’t going to lie to herself, it was pretty impressive and thick, but a follow up thought was the smell that it probably had. Which was more than enough to keep any sexual thoughts at bay. “Herobrine, so help me Notch, if you stop me one more time from making my fucking stew, I will fucking burn your book in your sleep.” He just stood there, silly attitude fading as he watched his underwear disappear into the fire. “I know your dick cheese is unreal so please, go take care of it. I’m not asking.” Hosanna turned around for the last time to finish her stew while Herobrine stood naked in her home. While he wanted to argue with her, she was right, a whiff of his lifted pit was enough to huff and sigh as he grabbed her soap and washcloth and walk out butt ass naked to the near by river.

Once the stew was ready to simmer, she stretched her legs and tossed the rest of his soiled clothes into the fire, “There’s no saving those.” Looking to the awful and horrid smelling boots near her bed, she contemplated tossing those too, but felt that just setting the poor sacks of leather outside would be better, so she pinched her nose and carried them outside. Stepping back into her home, she rummaged around through her clothes to see if she could find any nightgowns that might be big enough for the behemoth that decided to sleep in her bed, satisfied with the largest one she owned, she laid it on her bed and walked back outside to finish her chores before Herobrine came back from his bath.

After about an hour she was interrupted by the sound of him clearing his throat as he stood at the other end of her garden. “Hey, Hosanna. What the in the Nether is this?” She turned around and giggled at the nightgown he found, she didn’t even hear him walk into and out of her home, so she was a little surprised to see him with it.

“It’s your new outfit until I either buy or make you new clothes. It’s huge on me so it should fit you.” He proceeded to stretch the poor nightgown over his large chest, pathetically stopping just over his navel and fitting like a vacuum sealed shirt. "Huh..." Holding back a laugh she made herself busy with watering her crops and turning her back to him. "I guess that one doesn't fit."

Herobrine’s face scrunched up in irritation and frustration. “Fine.” He turned around and started walking towards the village “I’ll get my own damn clothes.” Hosanna whipped her head around and scrambled to stop him. “No no no no- hey hey hey!!!” She put a hand on his broad chest, staring directly at him and ignoring this meat that he was freely shlanging around. “Herobrine lets just- How about I make you some clothes! Theres no need to go to the village!!” She spoke quickly, hoping he would turn back to her cabin so she could figure something out. He looked down at her, his upper lip twitching in annoyance before he pushed her to the side and kept walking.

Hosanna stepped in front of him again, grabbing his arms and stopping once more. “Listen listen. Let’s just go back inside and make you something for right now.” She tried smiling cutely at him be the large man could only read it as nervousness. Herobrine smiled smugly, letting an amused breath through his nose and crossed his toned arms over his chest. “Oh? Now we’re being cordial? What changed woman?” He let himself be steered back to her little cabin, playing along for a bit. “Are we…scared?” Hosanna scoffed behind him, spluttering excuses while they made their way back inside. He ducked his head walking into her home and sat down on her bed. Hosanna was still rambling on and on about something about scaring the villagers with his threatening stature, his all white eyes, his scary voice… His chest puffed out in pride “Please woman, you’re flattering me.” She stopped and looked at him, her mouth opening closing as she tried to say something in response. “Don’t keep your mouth open too long, I might be temped to put my cock in it.”

“You-you listen here you big bitch!” She stood in front of him now, roughly face to face. They stared each other down for a minute or so. “Oh, don’t you worry, Hosanna. I’m listening.” Her name rolled off his tongue so smoothly. A flash of heat briefly rolled through her, then through him. Herobrine licked his teeth, “Oh? We liked that, huh?” His eyes glowed dimly as he reached out to bring the side of her neck to his mouth. He spoke in her ear and filled her mind with his voice “I’ll forgive you for your disrespect earlier. I’ll just take your body as consolation.” He licked a fat strip across her neck and bit down. Hosanna’s knees went weak and she rested her whole weight against him, breathing softly in his ear.

“Yes, Hosanna. give yourself to me.”

#herobrine is hot #herobrine x reader #black reader #black reader insert #also on ao3 #not in my christian minecraft server #no smut in this chapter #herobrine

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pointless-party · 8 months ago

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alright here we go again, time to talk about the v5 refs now that (presumably) all of them are posted. if someone's not mentioned then i just don't have anything to say about them. this post contains both positive and negative points.

usual warning for text/image heavy under the cut, along with a few preboot images. there's also a very brief s/h mention under doom's part. read all of this knowing i'm an amateur artist and that all of this is my personal opinion.

barry's finally chubby again, you love to see it!! i love that his scars are more pronounced too, especially his new top surgery scars. the yellow threw me off but then i remembered these images from the preboot site that i found which is what i'm assuming it's harkening back to.

i don't really understand the sharp change from a fairly pale green to yellow, but i don't think it looks bad, just kind of jarring. barry's last saturation change also felt jarring to me so i think i personally would just have to get used to it.

overall i really like barry's new ref! the pose shows some of his personality while still making it easy to see his torso scars (unlike the v3 ref where he's standing with his arms crossed). it's one of the better ones imo and that's why i'm starting off with it.

god please let her cane stay. God Please Let Her Cane Stay and be used in multiple scenes without it being a plot thing once like jay's mobility scooter. it's interesting that his feet were also retconned back into being backwards (i believe in newer art they were normal? i could be wrong though, either way it's never brought up). not much to say on this one, just that i hope its mobility aid and disabilities are mentioned more especially since they have a fictional disease that gets more attention.

why is her neck so... scrunched??? she looks like she was too tall to fit into the page. it might just be me but their head looks disproportionately big compared to the rest of them, along with being pretty narrow compared to other art. it just looks odd to me. like, compared to her v3 ref:

where the proportions feel more evened out. she also looks shorter in her new ref which is something i've noticed in quite a bit of kneeby's new art.

i'm glad she's finally getting her gender corrected on refs though; the amount of confusion that's been caused because information isn't clearly stated outside of tumblr asks and the faq is absurd. i know it's been changed on the cast page but still.

only a few points on carrie's. once again, their head looks really... narrow? i don't understand why her stripes are darker either when she isn't more saturated otherwise, so it's clearly more of just a meta design thing than a story element. masky is definitely a choice but i don't have a negative or positive opinion on it. moving on.

following up because similar to masky i also have no real opinion on skully. all of these refs are kinda busy but doom's ref feels busier just because of them having both a coat on and off ref. i like the burn mark on his coat, it's a nice continuity nod while also emphasizing that doom doesn't care enough to get new clothes even though it's damaged. the gloves off arms threw me off because i assumed they're s/h scars but nothing was tagged for it, so it might just be fur, but fur is never really drawn on characters? i'm not sure.

i don't have anything to say except the proportions also look kind of weird here? i don't know if it's just me but similar to uni her head looks disproportionately big compared to her body. my eyes might just be shot from staring at these for so long though.

i love his whimsical pose here! her tail being a muffin is really cute and fits well with the curls on her head to add onto the messy and fluffy appearance. it's pretty busy like the rest of these, but the posing and proportions here feel solid, and it's nice to see a ref where the character isn't just Standing There (plus fitting with funfi's whole theme of being deceptively cheery). this is another pretty good one imo!

i have no gripes with his design nor the anatomy/posing but. i am so confused as to why his tail works like uni's horn? he's a party anthry, but so is funfi, so shouldn't funfi be able to do that too? uni makes sense since she's a unicorn that can do magic, and it was mentioned that spinch dragons can also do the same:

which again, with them being mythological creatures that possess horns and magic in this world, makes sense. which is why i'm confused as to how pinata can do that too? it probably doesn't mean anything but i don't know, it's kind of a weird decision to me.

the way cuddles keeps changing every volume is... something. anyway, i'm actually really glad kit got rid of the wrinkly hands; not great to have a conventionally unattractive trait on the main villain (dismissing every other problem with reboot cuddles). the doll(?) limbs as opposed to stitches gives off the impression that he's one of those cheap plastic toys, which i think isn't the worst thing for cuddles since his whole thing is putting up the front of being a good person, but most of it is definitely kneeby's new art style that shows in some other refs.

his eyes being missing now is kind of an interesting change to me. i still miss his fake angel wings. moving on.

following up with puppy because of the "cheap plastic toy" thing. i don't know if it's just because the lines look thinner, but lov looks so. like. marketable in this. i love that she's chubbier don't get me wrong, that has nothing to do with it, but the combination of the art style with the thinner and rounder lines just make her look kinda weird. that might just be me nitpicking though. i have another separate post on puppy i want to make but that's unrelated to this so it stays in the drafts until later.

i actually don't have anything constructive to say here i just wanted to mention how much i love and miss kills. /gen

i don't understand why she's not saturated? maybe she hasn't been a nurse for long or she stays away from the main stuff the hospital does but like... she was around for the social worker thing, so no doubt she's seen stuff. is she just built different or something??? no complaints on the art itself i'm just so confused as to how she's still pastel.

only one thing to say on reese,

where did their crest go....... i know this one is nitpicky but stuff like this has become more noticeable in a few recent works.

yeah he looks like a dorito here. i don't have an opinion on that but it's there. i'm adding this one to comment on their pose, which looks a bit odd but i think that's just because of the perspective. he's clearly playfully bowing, so his head is in the forefront, but the thickness of their legs along with the very small space where you can see their gown crease makes it look kind of weird. especially with it looking like his head was plastered onto his body; i think it's just the angling and my eyes not wanting to look at it properly (which to be fair could probably count for a lot of these).

was cyn always meant to be chubby?? nothing wrong with that, obviously, but it looks short here, especially when compared to its v3 appearances.

it could be something else retconned but again, jarring.

ohh poor jandy i am so sorry. this time i KNOW there's nothing wrong with my eyes; her head is wider than her chest. again, nothing else to say, but the proportions look really weird. i do like the posing to show off her more brash characteristics!

give him their claws back!!! (and their old name while you're at it). the holes in the mask is kind of the end of an era but it's whatever. anything i'd say here is nitpicky since i kin party so i'm leaving it at that.

they look. fine? the rings around their limbs were nice but i understand why they were simplified (i also wouldn't want to draw them every time). i kind of dislike the bloodied clothes, it just doesn't look that good imo, but that's not really important. their preboot design was still peak.

🙁

what? happened to her?? again with the bloody clothes thing but mostly just... she just looks odd here. her head looks so stretched out. and some of her spots are the same color now!! she's missing her claws too which is a downgrade, why are all the hospital staff getting declawed? compared to her old ref:

it just looks so... i don't know. it doesn't look good imo. plus the claws on her feet being gone too meaning she's been reduced to having flippers like everyone else. i know it's simplified but it still sucks. she faces the same problem as puppy in lov's ref where she just looks kind of marketable.

also, what happened to her it/its pronouns?

this is such a specific thing that probably nobody remembers, but her it/its pronouns were revoked :[ it's probably because she's one of the morally questionable characters but c'mon. it kinda sucks when only two characters use it/its (polly + cyn) and even then other pronoun sets are used. this is excluding things like masky and skully because those are actual objects.

anyway i've been typing for like two hours and i don't have anything else major i want to say so smaller things to wrap it up:

each staff member having a personal badge reel is cute and does well to match their characters

what i can only describe as the gentrification of this art style is made really obvious through some of these. the flipper feet have spread to everyone

why doesn't chip have his overgrown teeth anymore

that said even though i'm personally not pleased with some of these it's still nice to finally have proper ref sheets for everyone that isn't just the main cast

and while the refs are busy i don't think that makes them better or worse

the more diverse body types is a really nice step in the right direction and i hope they remain consistent

polly's mobility aid being in their ref gives me hope that maybe stuff like that will be more casually shown in-comic rather than for plot reasons. i'm holding out hope on that one

i like the slight changes in poses vs having everyone just 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️. funfi's in particular is really fun to me

a lot of these probably seem nitpicky since there aren't many design changes but that's just how it is. sometimes i can't articulate any more than It Just Looks Odd, but really some of these look weird to me. along with a lot of kit's new art. sorry none of this is polished my head is starting to hurt from staring at this post for hours lol -🐍

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Carry On

Chapter 4

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2964

Warnings: Dean coming to terms with his new reality, so let’s just say it’s some tension in the room. Graphic injury. Me botching medical jargon, A lot of pain. Hospital setting. Angst.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

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The doctor had spent over an hour with Dean explaining to him the nature of his injuries, and the long road ahead of him. The whole time he was in with them Dean kept his hand tightly laced in Y/N’s. She didn’t know for sure if it was because he knew he needed to keep up the ‘husband and wife act’, or if there was something more to it, but his face showed no emotions. He laid there in a stoned silence, swallowing thickly on occasion; never saying a word.

As far as a case of a hard pill to swallow goes, someone telling a person they should be dead, they were lucky to be alive; but they were going to possibly have chronic nerve pain for the rest of their life; that they physically never would get back to running at 100%, that walking at first was even going to be a challenge even though the paralysis should only be temporary, was a hard fucking pill to swallow for normal people. Now, tell that to someone who has only known hunting their whole life, and you have an almost impossible pill to swallow. Hell, for Dean it was like trying to gulp down the entire bottle.

Dean had come through a lot of things in life normal people should have never come through. Dean had been to literal hell and back, died countless times, fought God himself. But this, this was going to be what ultimately ended his career. There was no ‘miracle’ or ‘divine intervention’ coming this time.

Since Chuck had been put in his place, and Jack had taken over, things had gotten relatively normal. They hunt basic monsters like they had in the past. Demons found themselves under a greater measure of control, so they kept their place. The ‘big bads’ were fewer and farther in between, and Dean had played with the idea of becoming a firefighter or a police officer, and getting out of hunting all together, but never got to do it, and now he wouldn’t ever get to do it if walking again was going to be a challenge.

The doctor assured Dean over and over again that the paralysis was most likely only caused by the swelling around the spinal cord and the trauma he endured there. That as the swelling subsided, he’d slowly regain feeling again. But that didn’t really make Dean feel better in that moment, and she knew that by the blank, sick look on his face as they talked about physical therapy to help with mobility again. The bottom line was that they really didn’t know the extent of the damage to his spinal cord, if there was any, or to his spine itself until the swelling was gone. There was still a possibility that he’d need more surgerys, or even might have to spend some time in a wheelchair before he became fully mobile again. Dean didn’t say anything, but Y/N could tell that was something that he wasn’t happy to hear by the way his grip only tightened on her hand the more the man talked.

Finally, when the doctor was done, and Dean’s pain was manageable, at least to a point that he wasn’t practically withering, the way he’d been when he’d first woken up, and he was able to eat something; they took the trio downstairs to what would be Dean’s home away from home for the foreseeable future. He’d have to stay in that room until he could go home and finish his recovery; which the doctor said totally depended on how fast his body healed itself. It could be two weeks; it could be upwards of a month. Really, there were still so many questions, and very few answers.

There had been countless people around the three of them from the point Dean’s eyes had opened, until they were rolled down to his room. They were surrounded by doctors, and nurses of different sorts, but when Dean was settled into his room, and the door was closed by the final charge nurse for the evening; Sam, Dean, and Y/N where left alone, that’s when the exhaustion started to settle in on Y/N as well as Dean. She looked up at the clock to find that it was no longer early in the morning, but rather it was closer to around five in the afternoon.

“Where are you going?” Dean asked worriedly as she moved away from where she’d been standing next to the bed. After all, no one was here now, there was no need to keep up the act anymore was there? “You’re not leaving are you?”

“No Dean,” she assured him, coming to sit back down in the chair next to his bed; he immediately reached for her hand again as soon as she was close enough. She’d be a liar if she said it didn’t make her heart flutter in her chest just a little that Dean wanted her to be close to him, when she thought that when he woke up it would be just the opposite. “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to leave. I’ve been here the whole time; I don’t plan on leaving now, I’m in this with you for the long haul, if you want me to be.”

Dean closed his eyes and took as deep of a breath as his battered body would allow him, a large tear rolled down his freckle dusted cheek, and into the crease of his nose before it disappeared into the corner of his mouth. Y/N did the only thing she knew to do to comfort him, and that was run her fingers through his short, disheveled hair.

“Everything’s gonna be okay Dean,” she tried, but she watched as he quickly shoved down whatever weakness he was feeling again as if it never was, and opened his eyes to look around the room, looking for a distraction because clearly, he just wasn’t ready to talk yet.

“Where’s Sam?” he asked finally, not finding his brother in the room.

“He’s gone downstairs to grab our bags,” Y/N told him and he nodded slightly as he looked around at the too white walls, the small TV that set perched on the wall just opposite of the hospital bed, and the little couch that lay against the window in the room that would be Y/N’s bed from now on until he was able to go home.

“Where have you all been staying?” He questioned, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Well, I’ve been here, I haven’t left since the night you got here, but Sam has been staying at the hotel with Eileen and Miracle. He went to retrieve them the night you got hurt. They’re looking for an apartment for you to stay at until you’re able to travel back to the bunker.”

Dean’s mouth formed a thin line and his nostrils flared, but he said nothing of what he was thinking, instead choosing to keep it to himself. Y/N had a feeling he hadn’t thought that far ahead, and knowing he was stuck in this town and state a little longer wasn’t something he was thrilled about all together.

“What about my Baby?” Dean questioned, and Y/N pulled the keys out and placed them on his chest. Dean swallowed thickly and grabbed them tightly in his free hand.

“She’s been here with me while I stayed with you, and Sam said he’s going to leave her here while he uses the car he drove back from the bunker,” she informed him.

“Please don’t leave me here alone,” Dean said again, grief starting to take hold of his features no matter how much he tried to push it down again, and it broke her heart. “Sam, he’s got… He’s going to need to leave to check on, or go on hunts now since I can’t, and he’s— just please don’t leave me.”

“Hey, easy,” she said, quickly getting up from her seat and sitting gingerly on the side of the bed next to him as his chest started to rise and fall rapidly, and his heart rate shot up on the monitors. The weight of everything started to fall hard on him, and honestly, she was surprised he did as well as he’d done for this long.

“I’m here Dean, I’m here, and I’m going to be here, through the surgeries if they’re needed, the physical therapy, all of it. You’d literally have to run me off, and I don’t scare easily. I’ve got you Dean, and Sam does too. He’s out there doing the things I can’t while I’m here with you, and between us we will get you back on your feet again, but I ain’t leaving, handsome. You’re stuck with me, okay?”

Dean huffed out as deep of a breath as he could manage in order to real in the emotions he’d let slip as Sam opened the door, still shaking the rain from his long hair and bags hanging off of his shoulders as he made his way over to the couch and laid them down on the floor by the corner of the couch.

“Okay,” Sam said with an exasperated huff as he turned to face Dean and Y/N. “I think I got everything. There are more of Dean’s clothes in the car, but I didn’t really see the point of bringing them all up right now, because he can’t exactly get dressed until his back has healed and they’ve taken the catheter out. I did get your clothing Y/N, as well as everyone’s phone chargers, laptop, and chargers for those. If there is anything else you guys need, I can go and buy it.”

Sam looked so tired and so disheveled as he flopped heavily down onto the little couch, his eyes locked on Dean’s as they stared at one another in a heavy silence.

“I swear Dean, I didn’t—”

“Okay,” Dean cut in, before turning to look at the wall in front of him. “I believe you Sam, just… let it go, okay?”

“But–”

“Look, shit happened, okay? If you didn’t make a deal, then it just wasn’t my time to go, even if I would have been better off dead.”

“Dean, that’s not true!” Y/N cut in quickly, and Dean just shook his head, his face set in stone. His emotions were all over the place, and Y/N expected that, who wouldn't be? But she did NOT want him thinking he’d been better off dead, because she just couldn’t imagine living one day in a world where he didn’t exist.

“Dean you’re not going to stay like this forever man, you will get better, it’s just… It’s just going to be a process, but you got this,” Sam tried, but Dean gave no response, he just closed his eyes and grimaced slightly.

“Go home for a while Sammy. You’ve been up here all day, and I’m sure Eileen is gonna start to worry after a while. I don’t think they’re going to do anything else to me tonight, but if they do I’ll be sure to have Y/N call you. You look exhausted.”

Sam’s mouth set in a tight line, but he didn’t argue with Dean, he just nodded his head and stood. There would be a time to hash things out with Dean, but when he was still processing his own fate, it wasn’t the time nor the place, if he wanted to be alone for a while with Y/N, Sam certainly wasn’t going to argue with that.

“If you guys need something, just call, I’m only about five minutes up the road.” Sam offered, placing a hand on his brother's arm briefly before he walked to the door. Dean watched him go with an unreadable look on his face, watching him until he closed it completely behind him.

“He means well Dean, he just—he doesn’t really know how to process this I don’t think,” Y/N attempted, and Dean snorted slightly before closing his eyes and resting his head against the hand that was still playing with his hair.

“Well, that makes two of us, because fuck if I don’t either,” Dean admitted before running his hand down his face grimacing at the movement and the amount of stubble he found there.

“How long was I out again?” he asked.

“Four days,” she answered, and laughed at the face he made as he scratched at the stubble, well, more of a beard almost at that point, on his face.

“We’ll see about digging out the electric razor tomorrow and cleaning that up some,” Y/N said with a chuckle.

Dean swore under his breath and his eyes diverted to the window, streaks of rain slid down the cloud gray glass, and a slight roll of thunder echoed outside, making Y/N look that way briefly as well.

“I would have never thought—fuck me,” Dean said, taking a shaky breath. “This is not how I anticipated that hunt to end.”

“I don’t think anyone of us could have Dean, there was nothing we could have done to have known or prevent it—”

“No, I could have prevented it. I fucked up. I made a rookie’s mistake. I should have been paying better attention to my surroundings. Those damn pieces of rebar were everywhere in that barn. I should have never been dumb enough to put myself between one and that fucking vamp.”

“Well, it’s too late to worry about that now, the damage is done, we can’t reverse it, all you can do is heal from it, so stop beating yourself up over things you can’t change,” Y/N scolded him, and Dean smirked slightly.

“But beating myself up is my nature sweetheart,” he attempted to jest, but it fell short, his breath was starting to come out in short pants and grunts more than smooth intakes of air, and he was starting to sweat slightly. His hands started to tremble as he held onto Y/N’s hand, as well as the blanket that lay flat over him.

“Dean,” Y/N said, standing to her feet, worry laced in her voice as she took in the state of him and hit the nurse call button. “What’s wrong?”

“Pain’s back,” he admitted through gritted teeth, and the nurse came rushing through the door with a syringe in her hand.

“I’m sorry Mr. Clearwater,” she apologized as she hurried to give him the pain medication. “I was on my way to your room when another patient coded, and you ended up going over the time for your medication. It should kick in quickly.”

Y/N sat quietly, watching him breathe into it, his eyes shut tight as he could get them, until finally, after about a minute he relaxed, and slowly released the death grip on Y/N’s hand before looking up at her with exhausted green eyes, and the nurse placed a hand on his knee.

“You’ve been up for a long time, try and get some sleep while that medication’s working, okay?” she said, giving his knee a slight pat before leaving the room, and Dean nodded, his eyes heavy from the medication, and the exhaustion of everything that seemed to come crashing down around him today.

“Promise you will be here when I wake up?” Dean questioned, his words slurred slightly, and Y/N smiled as he tucked the covers around him. Even though it fucking broke her to see him like this. She hated it. Hated every minute of it. He didn’t need to see that though. All he needed to see was that she was there for him, and that’s all she intended to let him see.

“I’m gonna be right here handsome, I promise. Hellhounds couldn’t drag me away.”

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miscfandomwrites · 1 year ago

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Mama Chapter Twelve

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings:

Words: 1.4k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“You’re joking!” Wanda exclaimed loudly enough for me to shush her and remind her that Lillith was taking a nap.

She leaned closer to Natasha and yell-whispered : “Please tell me you at least got a photo of that!”

Natasha just grinned and showed her the phone screen, which made Wanda gasp and grab it to show me.

Apparently Bruce and Tony did something in the lab because both weren’t wearing shirts. And from what I could glimpse of the photo before Wanda whisked it away again, was that both of them were covered in a blue powder.

“Do I want to know what happened?” I asked as I dumped another cup of flour into the bowl.

“All I heard was yelling and then when I went to look, both of them stood apart from each other covered in it.” She replied.

I hummed as I worked the yeast mixture in with the flour, and then returned the flour back into the cupboard. Getting the oil and salt from the same cupboard, I turned and quickly measured it into the bowl. I knew I had some work I wanted to get started on soon but with the meeting tonight and the fact that Clint wasn’t here and he asked specifically for me started my anxiety ramping. I had a feeling this was one of those missions that he was pulled aside by the team for and told that someone else would step in because it was too dangerous, and that he’s got a family, and since I’ve barely been on a handful of missions since I joined the Avengers (Due to time and Lillith) this would be a major one.

That’s not to say that I was more replaceable than Clint was ; I understood the need for me to go on this mission despite my daughter. I was a supersoldier, and I’ve been through hell and back several times. It was a proven fact that I could survive things a normal human couldn’t.

I remember one of the mission briefing folders I went over when I first joined. I had spent about a week gathering information beforehand on the team. One of the files I pulled was about what was priority if a mission went south really quickly. The main goal was for everyone to walk out alive, but in this case it was Sam and Clint first, because both didn’t have a full metal suit protecting them all the time and weren’t wearing decent armour due to their skillsets. So those two would be first, then it would be Tony and Wanda. Tony because despite the tin man’s suit, he was still a regular human. And a slightly old one at that. Wanda because she was deemed the best ‘asset’ to shield, with her set of...abilities. Then it would be us, the soldiers, then Hulk and Thor.

Honestly the reports and such on how the missions were supposed to be conducted were pretty smart, and would be extremely effective if anyone actually paid any attention to them.

I mixed in the ingredients and shook out some flour from a bowl onto the countertop. God, I love having a kitchen island. Bread is so much easier to make. I dumped the bread mix onto the counter and put the bowl in the sink, and started the process of kneading the dough until it was a soft, squishy ball.

Wanda and Natasha discussed what exactly happened in the lab, and if Stark and Banner might be trying to hide something from the rest of the team, and I turned my focus inwards, trying to remember the list of tasks I needed to finish for this job.

They wanted it color coded and be able to run the site the same on mobile as on computers, as well as the possibility of an app. Man, an app would take awhile to make. How much are they paying me again? If it’s not over-

“Oh. Hi everyone!” Chirped a slightly sleepy voice from the right of me. I turned my head to see Lillith, a blanket around her shoulders and hugging her wolf close to her chest. I smiled at the site of her blearly rubbing her eyes before checking the clock on the far wall. She’d slept for almost two hours.

“Hey, babydoll.” I said as she came up and peered over the counter to see what I was doing.

“Bread!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down.

I laughed, “Yes, bread.” I said as I slapped it down again and started folding it into a ball.

“Hey Lillith, you wanna watch some movies?” Wanda asked her. She nodded and followed her into the living room as I put the ball into a greased bowl and covered it with a damp towel.

Natasha was still on her phone as I cleaned up the counter and washed my hands, and then as I switched laundry.

I moved to my working area near the bay windows and set a cup of coffee down and booted up the system, as I stretched and glanced at the clock.

Better get going.

The next few hours were busy, and ended with me getting up to get another cup of coffee only to learn that there wasn’t any more. And it was almost seven. Wanda had made some dinner and Lillith was watching a disney movie with her on the couch, and Natasha was on her laptop-When she went and got it was beyond me-at the kitchen counter.

I put my hair up and washed my hands, then took preheated the oven and floured the table.

“Mind if I ask what you’re working on?” I asked her as I shook the dough out of the bowl. She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow,

“Honestly nothing much. Mostly just research for tonight’s meeting.” She replied as she sipped her water.

“Should I be worried about it?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. Our last mission scratched the surface of a bigger Hydra hole, and from the look of it, it’s gonna take several outings to exterminate them all.”

“Damn. That bad?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” She replied.

I shook my head and started to work the dough. Finally getting it to the consistency I needed, I greased and floured a bread pan and dropped the dough in it. The beep from the oven told me it was ready to be put in, and I set the time for twenty five minutes. I cleaned up the counter and did dishes, then went and switched some laundry and busied myself until it went off again.

Finally the timer went off and I took it out of the oven and turned it off, and let it cool off before I transferred it to a cutting board.

I washed up in the meantime and setup another movie for Lillith. Kissing her forehead, I left with the girls to head to the meeting.

“In English, please.” I told Steve as he finished his story about the previous mission.

“Basically we uncovered a long-term operation by Hydra. We thought it wouldn’t take much but it got to the point where we had to retreat because of how overwhelmed we were getting. And now we need to go back to finish the job, if they haven’t moved on yet. That, and the fact that we know there are two secondary locations we will need to ‘visit’ later.” Bucky summarized.

“And my role in this is..?” I asked.

“You’re taking my place.” Clint said. He was on call with us, and I could faintly here the kids in the background.

“How bad are we talking?” I asked him.

“Angel of Death bad.” He told me.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself, letting the process of my instincts take over.

“Okay.” I replied.

“Angel of Death?” Bruce asked.

“Back when I was in the Marines, my callsign was ‘Angel of Death’. When I was put onto my…special squadron the name carried over. It’s one of the reasons why Fury asked me to join.” I told him.

“Are we talking like my bad, or how bad does it get?” Bucky asked.

I looked to him. “If I switch into that headspace it’s going to be bad.” I answered. He nodded in response.

“Let’s go over the plans again. We’re leaving at four tomorrow morning.” Steve said.

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