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roosteraloha · 5 months

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Bradley Bradshaw × Reader

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It was a common occurrence for you to fall into a deep slumber whenever you got into bed during the past few months. Work was hectic in the run up to christmas. People were just rude - coworkers and clients alike. This isn't how you imagined this would be how you'd be spending your time, you'd worked tirelessly at college in hopes of landing your dream job, but after several months of endless rejections and failed interviews, you'd managed to land a dead-end job.

At first you were ecstatic, but that initial joy was short-lived.

Your co-workers weren't welcoming to a newcomer, especially so close to the crazed holiday period, and the clients and customers, they just piled on their distaste for things out of your control, as if you had made all of the 'stupid and pointless' company policies. Realistically, it wouldn't have been such a tough adjustment if you had your boyfriend home with you, but life had seemed to be against your happiness this year.

Your loving boyfriend of the past two years was a naval aviator, and earlier in the year, he and his squadron were sent on a new deployment. What started out as a short 3 month deployment, was extended to a six month one. That was followed by another extended deployment. You didn't even get to see Bradley or any squadron members before they left again. They had missed you submitting your final college assignments, you receiving your final grades, they missed all the highlights of your senior year that you were so eagerly anticipating to share with them - Bradley especially. But what hurt the most is that they missed your graduation. Initially, you weren't even going to attend the ceremony, but at the insistence of the dagger squad, you'd planned out your outfit, booked tickets for everyone, to then be faced with no one to celebrate with when it rolled around, and a feeling of disappointment and frustration weighing heavily on your heart. You spent the day drowning your sorrows at the Hard Deck, Penny having taken pity on you, and kept your glass full on the house. You couldn't have cared less, despite how much you viewed Penny as a mother figure in your life.

The one person you wanted, needed, to be here, was somewhere in the middle of the ocean, unreachable.

It had been a major conversation point early on in your relationship with Bradley. Deployments were inevitable, especially if your relationship was going to last. The inconsistent contact would be more frustrating than knowing you are facing radio silence, whether voluntary or mandatory, despite Bradley's insistence you'd regret it once he was deployed. That is what you had naively said when Bradley got his first deployment papers a short six months into your relationship. Those initial six weeks flew by, spending it bonding with the rest of the dagger squad, soon being adopted into their tight knit dynamic. More so, Natasha and Javy dragging you out of your shared home with Bradley every few days, ensuring you ate and looked after yourself - on clear and strict instructions from Bradley.

Having no one this time around? Well, that was worse than you could ever imagined and you now understood why Bradley had been so insistent to talk this over extensively before he left, and why he insisted you'd crave what little contact you could get. Now, it seemed all too easy to give up and leave, like many military partners had done before. But you couldn't do that to Bradley - especially not in the middle of an extended deployment.

At the end of another emotionally and physically demanding shift, you'd decided to skip the tedious task of dinner, and just curl up in your bed, the emptiness you felt, pathetically you had tried to fill with several fluffy blankets, you knew deep down that you only bought more to end up snuggling with Bradley at the end of a long day. The mere thought of how he would teasingly complain at your evergrowing blanket collection was enough to send you sobbing into his pillow. His cologne had long since faded, and the little he had left behind on the dresser had been finished a few months earlier when you had initially kept spraying his pillow and the one hoodie he would always let you steal. He'd often leave it out for you on your bad days, and it was fair to say, you had been wearing it 75% of time he had been gone.

Your eyes and throat burned with overwhelming sadness, your heart ached in a way you never thought possible. This is how you'd imagined it would feel to die from a broken heart, a pain once so incomprehensible you were skeptical of its existence, now was your day to day life - and you still had Bradley in your life, you just hadn't seen him in nine months.

Tonight was far from the first night you'd spent crying yourself to sleep. Winter had just made it so much easier to cry your heart out and harder to drag yourself out of bed in the morning. Where you had once been met with a fresh breakfast shared with Bradley, you now faced an empty and cold house.

The cold wasn't just from the changing seasons, you were barely living - wake up, work, home, sleep and repeat. The once homely feel to your home, had faded the longer he was away.

The incessant beeping of your alarm was your nemesis, groaning you screwed your eyes shut, the tear tracks on your cheeks causing an unpleasant tightness as you yawned. You rolled over to face Bradley's side of the bed, a content smile on your face as you snuggled towards the warmth emitting from next to you. Immediately you froze, your body tense and eyes still screwed shut in fear of who was in your bed, thoughts racing.

Did you forget to lock the doors? What about the window Bradley was insistent you double check due to its temperamental lock? Maybe it was Penny who left you with an extra hot water bottle in case you got cold like she often did? No, this was too warm.

It wouldn't have been the first time you had blacked out and phoned her in the midst of a sob session, desperate for someone who understood your pain, and she would then spend the next sat next to you, ensuring you did actually manage to look after yourself, and not let yourself waste away from your bed.

Furrowing your brows, you took a deep breath and-

Your body reacted faster than your mind could comprehend and catch up. That once faded scent was stronger, almost overwhelming.

Bradley.

Your eyes shot open to be met with his honey brown eyes sparkling in the early winter sun, that streamed through your blinds. You blinked once, twice and when he didn't disappear and actually spoke, you choke on a hoarse sob.

He was home.

You launched yourself on him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, in fear he'd disappear if you didn't hold him tight enough.

His rough and deep morning voice was your favourite and that being the first you heard from him after the exhausting last nine months, was the cherry on top of the most perfect wake up call you could have dreamt of, "Morning babygirl."

When your voice failed you and you sobbed into his bare chest, he rubbed his hand gently up and down your spine, with the exact pressure he knew you craved, to ground you back in the present.

You had often dreamt of a similar situation in the months he had been away, but it always ended with you waking with a start, hope blooming in your chest, only to find your house as empty as it was when you fell asleep.

You were aware that Bradley was talking lowly to you, you could feel the vibration of his voice through your tight embrace. You'd missed the sensation of feeling his rumbling voice while holding him. It was such a small, almost trivial thing to miss, but to you it was everything, something that you swore to never take for granted again.

He nudged you gently, kissing the top of your head once again, trying to prise your head away from its place tucked tightly against his neck. you whined softly, hating to any physical space between your bodies. "Good wake up call?" His teasing tone brought a watery smile to your face. You nodded, managing to press a soft kiss to his lips, "| love you." He reciprocated, "I love you too," running his hand through your hair, helping to further ground you.

A second wave of tears welled in your eyes upon hearing your second alarm, work was beckoning, threatening to burst this joyful bubble you were in. Bradley stretched, sitting up and bringing you up with him. You whimpered, heartbreaking at the thought of having to leave him so soon, "Please...Can't we just stay here a bit longer? I just got you back…"

Bradley's heart broke hearing the utter sadness in your voice, he nodded slowly with a small smile on his face, rubbing his hands down your spine again. "I called you in sick to work already, we just need you to get some breakfast." And as if proving his point, your stomach grumbles lowly.

Nodding along, you shifted away from him to sit up fully.

It was okay. He called you in sick. Wait-

"You knew."

There was nothing else needed. His face full of guilt said it all.

Now, your tone is short and seeping with hurt. "You got home yesterday. You've obviously been to the Hard Deck to see Penny to even know I'd got a job. You've been home almost an entire day, you all have-" Tears spill down your cheeks rapidly, "And you- you never thought I'd want to welcome you back home...”

Your voice trailing off now that the initial anger was over, and now you were left feeling truly hurt.

Bradley was quick to scramble back to your side, realising his mistake. He cupped your cheeks gently in a desperate attempt to gain your full attention, despite your best efforts to pull away, no long craving the comfort his touch and presence provided.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby- l'm so sorry, I just wanted to surprise you.” His brows were furrowed in concern, eyes full of sincere regret. When you eventually stopped fighting his hold so much, he pulled you back onto his lap, still cradling your face between his large, callused hands. "I never, never meant to hurt you. You know that.”

When you didn't reply, instead screwing your eyes shut as more tears ran down your cheeks, Bradley swiped his thumbs under your eyes, wiping them away as quickly as they fell.

Shakily, you exhale sharply and peel your eyes open to meet the epitome of puppy dog eyes in Bradley.

"I am so so sorry." Tears of his own we're now glistening in his eyes. "Phoenix said you'd hate me for this plan- I should've listened. God, I hate I made you this upset." Sniffling, you shift closer, nuzzling your face into his neck, Bradley pressing a soft kiss to your head in response.

"Please don't leave me."

"I’m not going anywhere."

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syd-vixious · 4 months

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you mentioned a while back making a yandere! atlas.. yes !!! i love the first 2 games so much and just watched a burial at sea atlas moments video.. hcs or oneshot, just any content with him would be so so cool! maybe the reader is similiar to jack's/elizabeth's position, someone hes supposed to guide but then gets a little too attached to

A/n: Hi anon! Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long! My life has been really hectic and all over the place recently. But I'll do my best to fulfill your request to the best of my ability! 🫡

P.S. I'm gonna try to make this as gender neutral as I can but it might lean more towards afab!reader due to some of the lines Atlas says to Elizabeth in the dlc. (It's been a minute so sorry if any of this feels rushed or incomplete)

You quickly entered the elevator, barely managing to escape the splicers and big daddies that seemed to be around every corner. Despite the predicament you were in, and how many wounds you didn't have enough medical supplies to patch up, you still made it to some kind of safety.

"I can't help Sally if I'm just like everyone else down here," you sighed, "I can't even get back to where I was.."

You leaned against the railing, exhausted to no end as you felt the elevator move to its destination. You groaned internally as you heard the crackle and scratch of the walkie on your hip awakening.

It was that bastard, Atlas.

"If you don't mind me askin', love: why you talkin' to nobody? If I had pegged you for a loon, I might've had second thoughts on our 'arrangement.'" He spoke with a tone that had you gritting your teeth.

You scoffed, "I'll hold up my end. But I better find the girl the way I left her."

"You're in no position to make demands. But I must confess, I do like a bit o' sass in a lass."

You rolled your eyes as you could hear the smirk on his face. Groaning in annoyance, you reloaded your revolver and crossbow. You have to be prepared for anything in this sick and twisted society.

*Time skip to two weeks later*

It felt like your head was buzzing. Your brain pounding in your skull as if it was being asked to be let out. Your body felt sore, the world around you slowly fading into existence as you slowly regained consciousness.

"Folks say it's only a matter of time until Atlas's entire mob comes out waving the white flag..." The announcer on the radio in front of you said before fading out into static.

You groaned from the sharp sound, brows pinching together from the pain in your head. You went to raise your hand to hold your head only to realise you were tied down on a chair.

Once your vision became clear, you could see the shadow of a man smoking a cigarette in front of you, a Rapture building crumbling to pieces just outside the window.

"Two weeks.." said the man.

"Huh.. w-what..?" You grunted.

"You've been down two weeks, love. Feckin' doctors, better off hiring monkeys if they're gonna harm what's mine in the same way." It took a moment before you realised Atlas stood in front of you.

You groaned, glaring at the back of the man's skull, "Our deal was to get you out of prison. What did you expect? To win your little civil war for you too?"

He chuckled, throwing his cigarette onto the ground, not needing to stomp on it due to the water leaking through the cracks in the ceiling.

"No, no, no," he turned around, slowly walking into the standing light that was shining in your face the whole time, "You see, that was the plan at first. To have you find my Ace in the Hole and bring Ryan down alongside the other pricks that dwell down here."

He slowly stalked towards you, resembling a hungry lion hunting its gazelle. "However, things change and unfortunately, pet," he slammed his hands onto the arm rests your wrists were still tied to, causing you to jump in your seat, "you made this bastard heart beat."

He stood up straight, circling you with a glint in his eye that you couldn't quite make out. "So now, lass, you belong to me."

You couldn't tell if the bumps on your skin were from the cold air or his words.

"Wait, w-what the hell are you talking about?" You grunted, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

He placed one hand on your thigh the other on your chin, his cigarette and alcohol-laced breath fanning your face, "You. Are. Mine. Get that through your pretty skull, love."

#atlas x reader #atlas bioshock #syd's requests!#requests open #x reader #bioshock x reader #yandere x reader

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lizzie-is-here · 1 year

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Can I request a Christmas Peter parkerX female reader with prompt 44

christmas event!

character: peter parker x fem! reader

prompt: “keep doing that, and you’ll end up on the naughty list”

warnings: cussing, bucky threatening sam, uh a little spicy 😳, it’s just making out but like 😳😳😳

a/n: akskkddk yesssss this is such a cute idea i love it sm 🥺 thank u for requesting it 🫶 if anyone wants to request, see the event rules here! hope u all enjoy and happy holidays!!!

Being in a relationship with Peter was everything you could want.

He was polite but not uptight, kind but not one of those “nice guys”. He got you flowers every week or so, accompanied by a sweet, handwritten letter. He helped you study, opened doors, and blushed every time you gave him even the most chaste of kisses in the hallway.

You and him started dating sophomore year, and now that you were seniors, you’d cemented yourselves as the longest-lasting couple at Midtown Tech.

This is your third Christmas together, and the last one you’ll have in high school. You’re pondering all this as you walk to his apartment, shivering every now and then in the Manhattan cold.

It’s been a little over a week since you last saw him. The beginning of break was hectic, and then he had a training camp up at the Avengers’ Compound.

Today is his first day back, and you’re more than willing to brave the cold walk.

When you finally make it up the endless stairs and knock on the door, you’re greeted by May. She’s opened the door with her foot, evidently, In each hand is a tray of cookies, and the warm smells of baking waft around you.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N).” She smiles, welcoming you in. “How’ve you been?”

“Pretty good, just glad that finals are over and done with. You?”

May gestures to the kitchen. It’s messy in the best way. Plates of baked goods are scattered around, and flour dusts the counter in odd spots. “Been busy.” She nods back further into the apartment with a wink. “Peter’s in his room.”

He doesn’t hear you come in, to your surprise. His Bluetooth speaker is blasting Christmas music so loud it might be damaging his phone, and he’s awkwardly shuffling around the room in what could be a dance. You’re not sure.

You watch for a bit, grinning as your boyfriend obliviously mouths along to Mariah Carey’s whistle tones.

“Hey, babe,” you finally say. Peter jumps and trips over himself a bit before catching his balance. He turns down his music before opening his arms wide for you.

You oblige the invitation for a hug, burying your face in his shoulder. The smell of vanilla lingers on his sweatshirt, and… is that peppermint?

“I thought you hated peppermint,” you mumble into his neck. “It’s like, a spider thing, right?”

Peter shrugs. “Yeah, but May needed help with crushing the candy canes. I couldn’t leave her hanging.”

“Aww,” you coo. “You’re so sweet.”

He hums and his grin widens a bit. “Speaking of sweet things-” He gently pulls you in for a kiss, and you can taste the remnants of cookies. No doubt May made him her personal taste-tester for the day.

Peter breaks the kiss for air. “So-”

Before he can say anything else, you tug him back in, backing up a bit to gently kick the door shut. The music from the kitchen is loud, but you’ll take the precaution. He chuckles into your mouth.

“I’m guessing you missed me?” he asks. You swat at his shoulder before pressing your lips to his jaw, tracing the defined line.

“Of course, I did, dumbass,” you whisper, trailing more kisses down his neck. “‘M gonna have to start taking up Tony’s offer to come with you for training camps.”

Your boyfriend exhales through his nose, trying to ignore the fact that your very cold hands are toying with the edge of his sweatshirt.

“Y’know, it’s not fair that you can call him Tony. I can’t manage to call him anything but ‘Mr. Stark’,” he grumbles. Despite his pouting, his own hands start running up and down your back.

His hands are a warm welcome from the chill still clinging to you. But you still shiver when his fingers graze over your ribs.

Whining, you furrow further into his arms as if it’ll make you less cold. Or less flustered.

Peter continues, kissing the top of your head innocently as he starts to lift your top.

“Keep doing that, and you’ll end up on the naughty list,” you chuckle breathlessly. He laughs back.

“Was that supposed to be snarky or hot?” he asks. You shrug.

“Whichever you prefer.”

The two of you stare directly at each other for about 12 seconds before breaking out into laughter. He kisses you again before tripping on his backpack and sending you both tumbling onto his bed.

You lay in silence for a bit, enjoying the closeness and the way the snow flurries outside the window.

Then Peter starts kissing along your neck. You’re just about to yank his shirt off right then and there when the door bursts open.

“Hey, Underoos.The team’s all here and- HOLY SHIT.”

It’s Tony fucking Stark himself, dressed in the fugliest Christmas sweater you’ve ever seen.

It’s clearly from Walmart, evidenced by the tag still attached. A jagged hole is cut in the center to make the arc reactor in his chest the star atop the offending, bright-green tree.

You fling Peter off so quickly he flies off the bed, yanking down your shirt from where it rode up.

“Uh, hi, Mr. Stark,” Peter greets sheepishly. Before the billionaire can respond, more people appear.

“How’s the kid-“ Sam Wilson begins, and when he freezes in the doorway at the scene before him, is knocked over by a certain super-soldier that didn’t see him stop.

Sam catches himself before eating shit on the hard floor, elbowing Bucky with a smirk.

“Hey, how does it feel knowing that a teenage nerd has more game than you?” he asks.

“I’m going to kill you with a Christmas ornament.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers #avengers x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #spiderman #christmas event #lizzie’s christmas event #request #event

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beomgyuslilracha · 1 year

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txt imagine ...

summary for context: for the past couple years, you had been temporarily assigned to work alongside the team for the popular group, tomorrow x together. in a matter of no time, especially thanks to your closeness in age, it was very easy to develop a friendly and playful relationship with one another. unfortunately, some of the other staff thought maybe you six were a little too close after a while.

eventually, the managers decided it was time for you to transfer back to your original job position. you were given a full week notice of this matter and you thought it gave you plenty of time to prepare your goodbyes with the boys, seeing as you had begged manager jisoo to let you be the one to break the news to them. you came to realize later that this was a terrible mistake ... because now it was your last day and you had less than a few hours to tell them.

‣ pairing(s): huening kai x gn! reader

‣ genre: slice-of-life .. maybe ?

‣ wc: 1.1k

‣ warnings: a little “sad” for a split second, i guess, but it’s not angst

HUENINGKAI { 휴닝카이 }

at first, you thought it would be extremely easy to simply hide yourself behind one of the cameras to block your view from the boys. unfortunately, what you weren’t expecting, was for kai to miraculously spot you right away -- almost like he had some kind of secret radar of your location.

it took only a matter of seconds before he turned and locked eyes with your camera, breaking out into a goofy grin when he realized it was you standing behind it.

of course, it didn’t help that you chose the camera directly in front of him. you were kind of hoping that the power of hiding in plain sight would be on your side ... it was not.

when there was a break in filming, kai was quick to rush over, going “y/niiieeee”, and practically glueing himself to your side.

normally, you wouldn’t even hesitate to aww and coo at the precious boy - babying him and pinching his cheeks while he laughed that unique laugh of his that had you giggling back uncontrollably. while others teased him for it, you thought it was the most precious sound.

now, here he was being his adorable self, and you refused to even look him in the eyes.

but how could you? you couldn’t pretend like you weren’t secretly dying inside knowing that you were supposed to look at kai and tell him goodbye. to be the reason that he loses that beautiful smile that he currently held on his face.

with how much you grew to adore him them in the short amount of time you’ve gotten to know each other, there was no way now that you could imagine your life without him them.

“y/nie, are you okay?” kai had asked, shaking you from where you were lost in thought.

you looked up at him, seeing him frowning in concern. you sighed, knowing it would’ve been too obvious for him to not notice how different you were acting.

as much as you wished you could pretend, you just couldn’t help it. you had been procrastinating for the entire week, and now you were expected to come up with a last minute goodbye to your favorite person people. your five favorite people.

you had been seeing these boys every single day for the past few years, and you just weren’t ready to go back to never seeing them again. with how hectic their schedules were, you knew that you guys would never find the time to see each other for even a quarter as often as you do now. you already missed them so terribly, despite one of them standing before you now and looking at you so sadly that your already broken heart shattered even more.

“no, kai,” you finally answered, your entire body drooping in sadness and defeat. “i’m not okay.”

your precious huening was quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you against his chest, caressing your head to soothe you. “what’s wrong? don’t worry, y/nie, you can tell me anything, you know that.”

squeezing your eyes shut to hold back the tears desperately wanting to fall, you finally let out your worries. “today’s my last... my last day working with you guys. i have to- to go back to my office tomorrow,” you finally explained, though you couldn’t be sure he even heard between your whispering and choking sobs.

with the way his grip around you tightened, you assumed that he understood after all.

“that’s okay, y/nie,” kai cooed. it felt strange for him to be the one comforting you this time, when it was normally the other way around that you’d be coddling him. “you don’t have to work with us; we’ll still be able to see each other often.”

your brows furrowed together, a little confused. how could he be so sure? although, at the same time, your heart was fluttering at the thought of him still wanting to see you outside of work. “what do you mean? won’t you be too busy with schedules?”

kai looked down at you, his lips breaking into a smlie while he looked at you just as confused - though, for a different reason. “i’ll always make time to see you, don’t you know that? i can’t stay away from my y/nie!”

he pulled you in for another hug, and this time you were especially thankful for it -- mostly because it allowed you to hide the deep red blush that took over your entire face. you only hoped that he didn’t feel or notice how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.

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just as kai had said, he really couldn’t stay away from you and you couldn’t stay away from him either. he’d text you cutely asking if you were free and where you were just so you could do absolutely anything together. you’d eat lunch together, go out and pick up coffee together, and you’d even go out snack shopping together to save for hanging out later in the evening. you’d either be there snacking during dance practice, and getting scolded by yeonjun, or hanging out in a recording room where he’d play you songs he learned on the piano. if you weren’t at the company, then you were playing games or watching shows at his dorm and eating ramen that you cooked together. sometimes, after a long day for both of you, you’d even cuddle and take naps together on his bed surrounded by his plethora of plushies. that’s if taehyun allowed it, teasing the both of you for being lazy and smacking kai with a pillow to get him to let go of you.

on one rare afternoon, you and kai were taking a nap in his bed - alone in the dorm - and cuddled together like how you normally were. you had woken first, but your stirring as you tried to stretch ended up waking kai shortly after. although, he wasn’t quite ready to get up, so he engulfed you in a tight hug to keep you from moving around. “kai, we have to get up,” you cooed softly, gazing adoringly at that precious face of his pretending to sleep. he groaned disapprovingly, even shaking his head a little. he was just so cute, and, before you even realized what you were doing, you found yourself leaving the smallest peck on his nose. kai’s eyes shot open immediately, and his face shifted to a deep shade of red before your very eyes as he looked down at you in shock.

it was his turn to suddenly surprise you, leaning down and planting a kiss on your lips in return. it lasted only a brief second, since you pulled away giggling -- suddenly a little too aware of the plushie audience watching over the two of you. it took kai maybe about two minutes turning them all around before he was able to kiss you again, but by that point you two were laughing too much. he would end up kissing you again later, after walking you out of the dorm on your way home to hide from the other members.

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a/n:

look, you can’t tell me that kai wouldn’t be the type of guy to turn his plushies around if he tried to make a move and kiss someone , i’m sorry. but look at that !! i finished writing all five members !! and they received so much more attention than i could have possibly imagined... thank you to everyone so so much! you have no idea how thankful i am to receive even the smallest bit of support. i do have better ideas that i’d eventually like to get to, but i’ll take more time to write them so that i can improve my writing. i hope everyone who reads these enjoyed them at least <3 look forward to more content soon!

#tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together imagine #txt #txt imagines #huening kai #huening kai x reader #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai #hueningkai imagines #huening kai imagines

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shares-a-vest · 1 year

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Platonic Stobin Month, Day 24: Babysitting

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“What are you doing?”

Steve jumps at the question, flying off his chair at the front desk and inadvertently sending it back into Robin’s stomach.

“Nothing!” he exclaims, panicked as he gathers up the crumpled paper he has been hunched over all morning.

Robin narrows her eyes as Steve avoids looking directly at her. She places her hands on her hips in an attempt to assert any kind of persuasion.

“What is it?”

“Just my planner,” he shrugs, pouting.

He readjusts his seat and resumes his spot.

“You have a planner?” she asks, dumbfounded as she steps towards him and cranes her neck over his shoulder.

This time, Steve doesn’t hide, allowing Robin a full view of his ‘planner’.

And ‘planner’ is a very loose word for it. It’s basically just a single sheet of lined paper, torn from a notebook, filled with Steve’s crinkled handwriting at all different angles. Half of a table is shakily drawn up, with names crossed out and arrows pointing every which way and a pathetic little lopsided love heart next to his unfortunate date for the week, Cynthia.

“Wait,” Robin says, pausing momentarily to pinch her nose because god, Steve is such a dork. “You are making a schedule for all your babysitting crap?”

Steve spins around on the chair, exasperated.

“What am I supposed to do?” he huffs. “Henderson’s mom is on some trip with her sister so I’m basically looking after him all week. Lucas needs more practice before the Tigers pick their lineup for the semester. Plus the boys need me to drive them to their Dragon Game Night every other day now that they are in whatever that club is called. And - ”

Robin holds out her hands, cutting them through the air to silence her rambling and panicked best friend.

“New plan,” she begins, nodding with encouragement as Steve finally takes a breath. “You write down everything you have to do this week. I’ll work out the schedule.”

She scrambles for a Family Video-branded notepad, rips a slip of paper clean and hands it to Steve.

It turns out, Steve’s babysitting duties didn’t just stop at car rides, the occasional ice cream run and (hopefully) rare child-endangerment shenanigans. It was an elaborate ecosystem of never-ending arrangements with seven other people, plus whatever time Steve had left for himself.

Oh, and Robin, of course. She couldn’t forget herself amongst all this (which this week meant car rides to work, school and a shopping trip before Steve’s date with Cynthia… he needs backup, okay?). Anyway despite taking full advantage of having a friend with a car, Robin actually wanted to spend time with her platonic soulmate instead of eighth-wheeling it with a bunch of dweebs.

It takes until closing and dividing each task onto separate slips of paper to shuffle around, but Robin manages to help Steve turn his hectic babysitting schedule into a fine art.

A fine art that is thrown into utter chaos when anybody else chimes in (apocalyptic situations not counting because quite frankly, they shouldn't). Anybody else being Nancy and later Jonathan, Argyle and Eddie.

Nancy never helps with babysitting. In fact, she outright refuses. Even if DND is in the Wheeler’s basement, or she has no choice but to drive Mike, she only ever argues with her younger brother which creates a chain reaction of bickering and in-fighting.

Argyle and Jonathan of course extend their California chill to everything, which just means allowing the kids to walk all over them and throw The Schedule out the window (once Max literally threw Robin’s colour-coded carpool timetable out the Beemer’s back window all because Argyle chimed in with a, “Don’t worry about that thing, man!” on their way to the movies).

And Eddie… Well, Mr Eddie Munson causes endless problems because he somehow possesses Nancy's stubbornness, Argyle and Jonathan’s laissez-faire attitudes, Robin’s own tendency for distraction as well as Steve’s sole interest in romantic attention. All of which combined into a single devilish being who brings untold carnage.

“Like a well-oiled machine,” Robin coos before downing the last of her beer and crushing the can in her hand, triumphant over the scene before her.

She watches as the kids mingle around the Harringtons' pool, enjoying a warm summer afternoon while she helps Steve at the barbeque.

Although she’s unaware that Eddie is creeping up behind the two of them with Nancy in tow, both mildly high courtesy of Argyle and Jonathan (who are late with the other burger supplies from the kitchen) and ready to throw a fully-clothed Steve into the pool...

#i'm holding myself to writing a sequel tomorrow #lily YOU WILL write gahhh #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #steve harrington #robin buckley #the spicy six #stobinmonth #stobin month #babysitter steve

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occasional-musings · 1 year

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I’ve been curious for a while about how MT did with IKEA baby Dark for the first week. It was probably very hectic. It seemed like Dark liked MT though, which was sweet.

Of course! Anything for you, darling.

First part here:

Mango adopts baby!Dark -- the First Week

When Purple came to pick up the coffee table, he was shocked by the state of Mango's home. There are burn marks on nearly every wall of the house. Pretty much all the wooden furniture in the house, many charred and broken, lay in piles in the front yard. The baby, the catalyst of all of this, is teething on barbecue coals on the metal-top kitchen counter, itself blackened by fire.

"Wow!" Purple exclaimed. "You were not kidding."

Mango sighed and briefly raised his arms. "Do I look like the kind of person who would kid about such a thing?"

The first week was death-defying, to say the least. Mango did not sleep for the first three nights, fearing being accidentally flambé'd in his sleep. He had to quickly purchase a bunch of things: baby formula, diapers, Kevlar jumpsuits (to avoid being burned), fire extinguishers, extra oven mitts, etc.. He had them all delivered to his house instead of risking his home being burned down if he left The Dark Lord alone or risking having to apologize to upset consumers and retail workers when the baby inevitably set something aflame.

From what Mango can see, the flames aren't something The Dark Lord can control. Sometimes, the flames came when the baby was hungry, excited, bored, or whatever emotion he could not deduce from the child's face. But he managed to learn things about The Dark Lord's fire-breathing activity. He doesn't blow fire when he is being bottle-fed, for example, or when being carried, which the baby loves immensely. Thankfully, The Dark Lord also doesn't blow fire in his sleep, but like many babies, he has the habit of waking up in the middle of the night and crying, which has kept Mango on high alert.

The Dark Lord was dehydrated when he first came home. That much was discovered when Mango held an old baby bottle (found when he searched his attic and was shocked to find many artifacts from Gold's babyhood) filled with water to The Dark Lord's lips. He drank thirstily, leading Mango to wonder how on earth the IKEA workers were keeping the poor baby alive. His body temperature lowered after multiple bottle feeds, allowing Mango to hold the baby for a few minutes at a time without oven mitts. The Dark Lord is still fairly hot to the touch, though.

A lot of the parenting felt familiar, muscle memory coming in clutch when he changed Dark's diapers, sang silly songs, burped him, and laid him to rest in his steel bassinet filled with pillows. Mango felt a deep pain within, remembering how Gold was as an infant. If anything, minus the flames, The Dark Lord is the more peaceful baby. Gold was colicky for weeks after their birth.

He regretted getting the welder's mask. He had gotten it to protect his own face while interacting with the baby, but the moment that the Dark Lord saw him with the mask on, he screamed and cried in terror, not recognizing him. Despite Mango shushing the poor infant, the distress got bad enough that an entire wooden dresser containing Mango's clothes (now discarded in the front yard) was set ablaze. Mango immediately ripped off the welder's mask, held the baby awhile while humming to soothe him, then grabbed the fire extinguisher and put out the flames. He decided not to put it on ever again.

Despite knowing that The Dark Lord has developed a taste for IKEA meatballs, he decided not to try to feed the baby any solids for a while. Not until he has gotten the whole thing figured out. For now, just a liquid diet of baby formula seems to be working okay for The Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord. Mango shuddered. The baby is mainly sweet towards him. Sure, he is frightening at times, especially when having to brush his teeth (Mango learned that he would have to do so ONLY IMMEDIATELY after feeding the baby to avoid being burned, but he is testy even then) but The Dark Lord seems to be a very cruel name for a baby to have. While the baby slept, Mango would sleepily consider alternative baby names: Tabasco, Sriracha, Pepper?

Mango smiled. Pepper. It seemed to suit the baby just fine. Certainly more humane than calling him The Dark Lord. As the baby snoozed, Mango began quietly cooing, "Pep-per, Pe-e-epper, baby Pepper."

Pepper seemed to like, or at least not mind, the name change.

"Why are you saying Pepper over and over?" Purple asked aloud.

Mango jolted. He had forgotten Purple was standing there. "Pepper. That's the baby's name."

"You said that the note said that the baby's name is The Dark Lord."

"Well, I hate that name, and whoever named him that was not equipped to raise him. Pepper deserves better."

"Okay." Purple replied. There is a wistfulness in Purple's eyes. Mango noticed and decided not to press him. Purple was never too fond of babies, but Mango noticed that his gaze would soften around small children and their parents.

Pepper is outstretching his hands towards Mango, cooing happily.

"You want uppies? Sure, I'll give you uppies." Mango picked him up, swaying as he did so. Is it just his imagination, or is the baby getting bigger? "I will give you the whole world."

#animation vs minecraft #avm mango #ava the dark lord #avm fanfic #and mango adopts him #uggh writing this nearly gave me baby fever ahhh #they are just so adorable #healing my daddy issues one Mango fic at a time

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bougiebutchbitch · 6 months

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tiny health whinge

I gotta fucked up spine - secondary scolio due to ligamentous laxity, CSF leaks due to weak dura mater, on my second slipped disc despite being in my twenties, and now a fucking 'weird growth' (quoted from my doctor, verbatim) that is still being investigated but is Making Me A Bit ConcernedTM (I'm sure it's nothing!! But!!! Hhhhh!!!!) Anyway, lots of neurogenic pain and daily muscle spasms that lock up my legs. Yay.

I have meds that really help! They reduce the pain to the point where I can concentrate on my studies!

They just also make me feel like a fucking zombie.

I get about two hours max per day where I can be vaguely productive and not just aimlessly scroll Tumblr. I can't focus enough to write creatively. I can't focus enough to read. I can't focus enough to study. I love my course and I love my topic and I'm just so scared that I'm not gonna be able to keep up. I don't know how I'm going to manage working clinically 5 days a week in THEE most hectic work sector.

My parents have said they'll support me if I have to stop working, but... :c I know it's The Internalised Ableism, but I really really really fucking don't want to have to rely on other people/go on benefits/etc. That's a big source of fear for me. I have an independent career laid out that I will absolutely love, which I feel really passionate about - and I might not be able to do it because I have a stupid genetic condition and my body is falling apart. I keep trying to tell myself it'll be fine, but I also keep injuring myself accidentally because my joints are stupidly weak and damaged, and I know I can't keep doing this in the long run.

It's just really disheartening. I try so hard to be positive and not to give up. I do all my physio and eat healthy and really put in The WorkTM to being a good patient. Doctors love me!! I'm making a really concerted effort to Stay On Top Of This, and that's recognised by my care team! My specialist physio says I'm her best patient! But. All that work doesn't make up for the fact that every month I get hit with a new health set-back.

It's just. Sometimes it's all too much. And I want to lay down and cry for a week and mourn all my hopes for the future.

I'll be back to my usual 'fuck this I will keep fighting out of spite' attitude tomorrow. But today, we weep.

#EDS #hEDS #:cries:#vent

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bokubear · 2 years

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COULD BE US :: stay here

waking up in another someone’s bed shouldn’t have been such a hectic awakening considering how manic this week had been. despite that, you still jumped to your feet—looking around like a drunken bar-goer.

in front of your eyes you surveyed soha, moe, and hiroko sneakily tiptoeing out the dorm as quietly as they could manage. soha spared a glance your way, winking in your direction before slipping out the door.

attempting to go back to sleep, you flopped back on the bed with a heavy sigh. the ace continued sawing logs next to you, a little bit more toned down then last night; yet still thunderous.

'sleep my butt' you rolled your eyes, already knowing you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep while his entourage was happening. so instead, you resorted to texting soha with questions.

feeling a bit guilty about disregarding soha’s demands so easily, you tried. you really did. to no avail.

“bwuh?” the now awake bed-head looked pretty jarred, blinking rapidly. it reminded you of yourself when you woke up earlier, stirring a giggle from your throat.

“well good morning sleepyhead.” you mused, the man in question stretching with a yawn. “‘mornin.” he replied, gravelly voice doing absolute wonders for your ears.

“i haven’t slept this long since i was a kid.” he grasped his phone, gaping at the clock displaying 11:00am. “i think i could say the same.” you smiled at how cute he looked, rubbing his eyes with balled fists.

“shit!” he screeched, throwing himself from the mattress—frantically searching through his drawers. at his outburst you jumped up as well, concerned at what had caused such a reaction.

“i have to meet jina to go shopping today! crappp i’m gonna be late!” kou cried, unknown to your heart shattering in a billion pieces for a time you couldn’t count anymore.

“please don’t go. can you stay here?” that familiar shaking returning to your hands, gazing up at him with fragile eyes. “i’ll only be gone for a few hours tops.” his brows scrunch in confusion. “please, i don’t want to be by myself here.” it’s pitiful, really but you can’t bring yourself to stop. the image of someone breaking in again haunts your soul in every aspect. “why? i won’t be long y/n.” he reminds again, his obliviousness scratching your last nerve. “can’t you just understand already!? why all this is happening? why i wanted to stay with you after the break-in? it’s no coincidence kou! i’m scared! i’m really fucking scared… and i feel safe with you, so at least acknowledge my feelings here! a little consideration wouldn’t hurt.” tears well up in your eyes, close to breaking.

bokuto takes a deep breath, assessing the situation to the best of his abilities. akaashi was good with these kind of things, not him. “i need a minute.” he calls, scrolling to find akaashi’s number as he steps from the room—giving you a guilty look.

you can’t even bring yourself to be mad at him, no anger bubbling at your throat. in the angers position is replaced with denial. that’s it, it’s denial. in denial because of all this shit he’s put you through. a part of you wants nothing to do with him. another still aches for his affection. denial.

:::

sypnosis ; a new transfer student arrived at school, everyone positively enamored by her every move. she seems like a sweetheart you’ll admit, but when bokuto kotaro—your best friend for many many years asks you for help to win her heart you oblige—wanting nothing more than bokuto to be happy. but do you really want him to be happy with her when he’s been your crush practically your entire life ?

notes ; poor y/n being dragged along :(

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faofinn · 6 months

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No. 22 "They never saw us coming, 'til they hit the floor."

@whumptober-archive

Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | "Watch out!"

As the family got bigger and time got more precious, it had become tradition that they’d all spend a week camping together, to spend time as a big group, over the summer when the kids could all play together and entertain themselves, and their parents could relax and spend time with each other, when the school holidays were hectic as ever.

It was a wonder they were able to do it, half the hospital’s staff on leave at the same time, but they managed it. Fao, Ely and their kids, Finn, Jess and Amelia, Tai, Hars and their trio, the dogs, and often the grandparents too. Steve particularly relished it, taking every opportunity to join them, spend time with his grandchildren and their cousins, as well as his son.

They’d had the most amazing time in Cornwall, the weather just perfect, sunny and warm without being too hot, and they’d spent time walking, playing on the beach, and of course visiting various castles and historical landmarks, Fao and Finn unable to kick the tradition of a lifetime. Both Fao and Finn had had to pack up the day before, unable to get any more time off work, but Hars and Tai had been able to get the extra day, along with Steve, and they’d chosen to stay and make the most of the time. Eventually though, they’d had to pack up and go, though, and it was a shame to finally be driving home (although Tai’s back was looking forward to his proper mattress after a week on an airbed, something that Harrison had teased him about relentlessly.)

It was a long drive back, with Tai taking the first half of the drive before they stopped, and Hars agreeing to take the second half. The kids were exhausted, which meant they were squabbling, and Tai twisted around in his seat for what felt like the hundredth time in five minutes.

“Alfie! For the love of god, stop antagonising your brother! Kieran, don’t hit him. I know you’re tired, but that’s no excuse for violence.”

“He was being stupid!” Kieran protested, folding his arms over his chest.

“Ah, no. I don’t want to hear that sort of language, please. Nobody’s stupid. If you can’t get on, don’t talk to each other. Read, or do something else that doesn’t involve winding each other up. We’re nearly home now.”

“But-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Alfie.” He said, turning back. “Behave, the pair of you. We’ve had such a nice time, don’t ruin it now.”

"Come on, boys." Harrison said softly. "Why don't we play I-spy?"

"That's boring." Alfie huffed.

"Alright. Tai, you gonna go first?" Harrison asked, ignoring Alfie's protest.

"Sure. Uh, I spy with my little eye, something beginning with…T!"

As much as Alfie wasn’t interested, he joined in the guessing, and Harrison relaxed again. He glanced in the rear view, checking where his dad had got to, making sure he was still okay. Steve was only a few cars behind them, but that meant he was still on the right road, so he returned his attention to the road in front.

It all seemed to happen in both an instant and for eternity. There was a flurry of horns and the scream of breaks in front of him, a lorry crossing the central reservation and veering out of control - and heading straight for them. Harrison swore, instinctively swerving as much out of the way as he could; at least if the cab just hit his bit, the rest of them might be okay. There was a flash of pain, of metal grinding and bending, the bodywork biting into flesh, and then, nothing.

There wasn’t a part of Harrison that didn't hurt. Each breath was a struggle, and the first few had him unconscious again. His ears were ringing, his kids were screaming, and as much as he tried to stay awake, to help them, it was no use. He groaned with each exhale, the overwhelming feeling of drowning only worsening with each breath. Despite his efforts, he couldn't piece together a coherent thought, but as a hand slipped into his, the thought was clear: Tai. He managed a squeeze back, barely there, so, so weak, and gone before he could do anything else.

It happened so suddenly, one minute everything was fine, the next Harrison was swerving and everything exploded with pain. Tai had seen the lorry a split second later than Harrison, hadn’t clocked what was happening until too late. It was overwhelming and yet distant, and Tai’s only thought was Harrison, his ears ringing. He reached out for him, finding his hand. It seemed like an eternity before he felt Harrison squeeze back, the tiniest hint of movement. It was far too hard to stay conscious and Tai found himself slipping again, and whilst the panic rose it was too late - he was out, slipping into comforting blackness.

Both twins had hit their heads against something, their thoughts sluggish and thick. But the car was suddenly not doing what it was supposed to, and neither parent was responding. Blood dripped from Kieran's nose, and there was a cut across Alfie's forehead that was oozing steadily. His throat was raw from screaming, begging his dads to talk to him, but there was nothing. Kieran's expression of panic matched his own, and the pair reached out to hold the other's hand, gripping onto Levi's in the middle.

A few cars behind, Steve had watched the whole thing unfold, watched the lorry suddenly veer, watched his son’s car swerve to avoid it, watched it unfold as the two collided in a horrible twist of metal. As he slammed on his brakes, and the traffic around him did the same, he felt sick to his stomach, grabbing his phone and immediately dialling the emergency services, waiting just a split second more before he leapt from the car, aware what he was doing was so, so dangerous and not caring. That was his son, his family. There was no way he was standing by and not doing anything. Not again. He’d do whatever he could to save them.

Harrison was stubbornly unconscious as Steve got close, head resting against the door's window frame. Glass shards had torn his skin, the lazy trails of blood mixing with the steady stream from his nose and lips.

Other people headed towards the wreck too, a mix of wanting to help and morbid curiosity; after all, the state of the car screamed a fatality, or at the very least a life threatening injury.

As Alfie caught sight of Steve, he hammered against the remaining glass. "Grandad!"

He was relieved to see his grandson, even frantic in his panic. He’d already tried what was left of Harrison’s door, and no dice, that wasn’t opening. He tried the back, desperate to help. “I’m here, I’m here. You’re going to be okay.” He reassured, though it felt cheap.

"Dads aren't talking to us." Kieran's lip wobbled. "Are they dead?"

"Are we going to die?" Alfie added, eyes wide with fear.

"You're gonna be just fine, okay? I'm here."

Ambulance, is the patient breathing?

"I, uh, I don’t know. We're on the m25, just after junction 9. My son, his kids, they've got in a crash. I can't get to him, I can't see if he's breathing. There's three kids. They're breathing, they're awake. I'm here, don't worry, I've got you." Steve did his best to relay through the panic. "There's two ten year olds, they've both got head injuries but they're talking. Levi, he's five, he's crying. You're doing so well, you're so brave, it's okay. Tai was the passenger, he's got a head injury, he's not conscious. Fuck, he's got an open fracture femur, yeah, he's breathing. Hey, easy, easy. No, no, he just got agitated but he's out again. I think Harrison's trapped, he's my son, he was driving. There was a lorry and it swerved across and hit them. Please hurry, I can't lose them. Harrison's got a pulse but his breathing is shit. I can't get to them, the car's all mangled. You're being so brave, Bug. I know, I know, it's scary, but you're gonna be okay. You're gonna be sick? That's okay, Kit, try and relax, breathe through it.

Harrison's had a liver transplant, he lost his leg in Afghanistan. Tai's a type 1, as is Kieran. Alfie has epi pens, he's got a few allergies, no, not to medications. Levi's got asthma, and problems with his lungs. Are you nearly here? You've got to be, please tell me they are."

“That help is being arranged for you now, we’re coming as quickly as we can. Stay on the line with us until the crew is there, okay?”

He turned away, grief and worry overwhelming him. "I can't lose these too, not like this."

The dog barking pulled Steve from his spiralling thoughts of worst case scenarios. Scout. He was in the back, of course he was. He rushed round, pulling at the boot, trying to get it to open. It finally opened, much to his relief, and his hands shook as he tried to check if the dog was okay.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He reassured. “Good boy, Scout.”

Scout continued to wriggle around Steve before jumping against the car. He yelped as the metal scraped his paw pads, but continued trying to get to his family, panic clear in his whines.

“Careful, careful. It’s okay, we’ll get them out.” Steve tried to soothe the dog, as the sirens cut through the air. Finally.

Alfie stretched a hand towards his grandfather, ignoring how the glass bit at his skin. Blood mixed with dirt as he desperately tried to seek comfort, not caring about anything else but his family.

Steve reached out to take his hand. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” He reassured him. “It’s all going to be okay.”

He gripped into Steve’s hand, holding it as tight as he could. His lip trembled as he searched Steve's face, but he was too overwhelmed and in shock to cry.

"My leg hurts." He said softly. "And my toes are all tingly."

Steve sighed, but tried to keep his face neutral. “It’s okay, the ambulance is nearly here.”

"Kieran's nose is bleeding and he's been sick and Levi hasn't stopped crying." He took a shaky breath. "And dad's aren't awake."

“It’s alright. Just breathe, just breathe. The ambulance is coming, your dads aren’t waking up just yet but they’re going to get help. They’re going to get you out as soon as they can, and Scout’s okay. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

"Why can't you get us out? Can't you fix it?"

“I can’t get the doors open, Bug.” He said gently. “And the paramedics need to have a look at you first, yeah?”

"Please, grandad. Please."

“I know, Alfie. If I helped you out now I could hurt you more, and I don’t want to hurt you. I need you to stay put, okay? Stay put and they’ll help you out as soon as you can. I need you to be brave. Can you be brave for me?”

"You won't hurt me."

“I know, I know.”

Harrison groaned from the front seat, the pain overwhelming but cutting through the haze.

"Kit? Bug? Leaf?" He slurred, trying to turn to check on them. The pain doubled and he groaned again, his head falling back against the headrest.

“I’m going to go speak to your dad, okay Bug? You stay there for me, you’re being so so brave.” Steve said, moving to Harrison. “Harrison, Hars. You’re okay, don’t move, just breathe for me.”

Kieran, on the other hand, didn't listen, reaching forward for his dad desperately.

“Kieran? Stay still for me kid, your dad just needs space, alright? I’m with him, I’m looking after him.”

He whined, tears falling immediately as he grabbed at his stomach. "It hurts!"

The sound of his son crying had broken through to Harrison, and he struggled against everything to try and move. He couldn't move his legs, and he wasn’t sure if it was because they were trapped, or worse. He couldn't feel his left leg, and there was a flare of embarrassment as he realised the seat was wet, though his fingers were red as he moved them away.

“Harrison!” Steve’s voice was sharp. “You need to stay still, okay? I’m here, I’m looking out for the kids. I need you to focus on you, alright? Talk to him, but don’t move.”

Everything was blurry and out of focus, and he could feel himself slipping again. "Kit's 'urt."

“Help is coming.” Steve reassured.

"They're not here."

“They will be.” He could still hear the sirens, fighting their way through the traffic.

Harrison groaned once more, nausea flaring out of nowhere. He couldn't help but vomit, the retching sending a stab of pain lancing through his abdomen. It was all too much, and he finally slipped under again, eyes rolling.

Steve hated every minute of this. He couldn’t do anything, he had no kit, he was completely useless and out of control. The only thing he could do was reassure his grandchildren, who were scared out of their mind. He couldn’t do this again, he couldn’t lose them like this. What Harrison had brought up looked to be pure blood, though with the amount of blood everywhere, it was almost hard to tell. He went back to reassuring the kids, the only thing he could do, Scout still barking and unsettled and making life a hundred times worse.

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izzieg3987 · 2 years

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Chapter 4

wow now that took a bit long. sorry for the late update it's been a hectic few weeks, anyway I'm searching for beta readers so if any of you would be interested in that you can DM me.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Despite being as lazy as he is, Grim was a very fast runner when he was running from responsibility. The three humans and Pokemons have been chasing him for nearly 20 minutes straight and they still couldn’t manage to catch him. Even with the occasional Shadow Balls and Air Cutters from Mimikyu and Unfezant, Ace and Deuce tried to help with spells but unfortunately, they were so out of sync that they missed their target every time and kept arguing with each other at every turn.

Good news; they finally managed to corner the fiery feline in the Cafeteria, bad news; knowing that Percy wouldn’t risk any more damage to property Grim hopped onto the branched chandelier, making Percy stop Unfezant from Pecking him.

“Grim! Get down from there right this instance!” Percy yelled at him from the ground while she pointed to the ground, her patience was running thin.

“Phantump Phantump, tump!” The Stump Pokemon snapped at the feline. (You’re gonna get us in trouble again, you jerk!)

“If you want it so much, get me down yourself!”

“No fair climbing onto the chandelier, you coward!” Deuce yelled while panting, both boys were out of breath, while Percy didn’t even break a sweat. “I haven’t really learned flight magic yet…”

“What could I summon to hold onto him…? Hmmm…” He tried to think, then snapped his fingers as he had an idea, “Oh! That’s it!”

“Did you come up with somethi— “Ace was about to ask but jumped away and hide behind Percy at the sight of the magic pen pointed at him. “Oh, hey! Stop! What are you doing?! Why are you pointing your pen at me?!”

“Ew!! Don’t you dare lay your hands on me, you repugnant adolescent!!” the blonde trainer shouted with a look of disgust while Mimikyu on her shoulder slapped Ace’s hand on her arm, and pushed the boy back towards the magic pen’s range. “I don’t know where you’ve been!”

“Because I’m going to launch you,” Deuce said with a confident smile, like what he just said was a good idea.

And if she didn’t know better Percy could’ve believed that it was, but her 14 years of trainer experience told her that a young wizard who had gone to magic school for literally 1 day, launching a what seems like a roughly 64.35-kilo boy at a big and ancient-looking, therefore probably expensive chandelier at high speed, with a spell that he probably didn’t know well, wasn’t a good idea.

“No way does this end well.” She murmured to herself, “Deuce don’t do it—!”

“Are you kidding me?! Bwaaah! Put me down!” Ace was already in the air before Percy could stop Deuce, “Seriously, do not launch me! Abort! ABORT!”

“Just make sure to grab him tight. I’ve got him in my sights, and…” Deuce stretched back then swiftly pointed his magic pen to the fiery feline and the ginger boy followed his movement in the air, “Go!”

“BWAAAAAAAH!”

Unfezant moved out of the way at the last second before Ace collided with both Grim and the chandelier. The chandelier broke from its support and fell to the ground with a pretty loud crash, and the shattered pieces scattered everywhere but thankfully Percy acted quickly to shield her Pokemon from the broken pieces of glass, Unfezant was high enough to escape the pieces so she just turned around, grabbed Cinccino from her head, Mimikyu, Vaporeon, Sebastian, and Phantump jumped into her arms and she held them close to her chest.

“Yup, ancient alright.” Percy coughed and unsuccessfully tried to swat away the dust cloud that came with the fallen chandelier. “Unfezant, Gust!”

The Proud Pokemon’s wings started to glow light blue and he flapped them swiftly, releasing a powerful gust of wind that blew the dust cloud away, revealing a very broken chandelier, a semi-unconscious Grim who was mumbling nonsense, and a ginger dumbass who was being a wimp.

“Now what have you done?” Percy tiptoed between the glass shards to get Grim, as Mimikyu get back to his original position on her shoulder while Cinccino hopped on Vaporeon’s back.

“I cannot believe you just did that!” Ace got up and groaned in pain while rubbing his head.

“Oh, right! I probably should have come up with a way to soften your landing after you caught him…” Deuce murmured bashfully.

“You complete and total,” Ace sucked in a lungful of air, “MORON!!”

“I get Grim, but why did you have to throw me?”

“I mean it was fun to watch but,” Percy started as she fished Grim from the wreckage into her arms. “Deuce, I implore you to swiftly make your departure from this place. It is not my desire to witness you entangled in the web of trouble that these miscreants have woven before the Headmage finds out about this—”

“When I find out about… what, dear Percy?” Crowley questioned as he suddenly appeared at the doorway, with his hands on his hips.

The humans and Pokemon turned to the very angry-looking Headmage.

“Fezant.” The Proud Pokemon murmured as he landed on his trainer’s side. (Busted.)

“Ah! Headmage Crowley…!” Ace smiled politely as he break out in a cold sweat.

“YOU. THREE. AGAIN. What have you done this time?!” he yelled when he saw the broken chandelier, his voice echoed through the entire cafeteria.

“Myaaah… Everything’s spinning…” Grim groaned in Percy’s arms and even though this whole thing was his fault, the trainer still rubbed his back in a calming manner.

“Burning a statue wasn’t enough for you? Now you’ve destroyed a chandelier?!” Crowley walked over to them to Examine the wreckage and the next thing he said drained all color from the boys’ faces. “Enough. All of you are expelled.”

“whaaaaaaaaat?!” both boys shouted.

“Headmage, please! Give me a second chance!” Deuce begged desperately. “I can’t get expelled from this school! I need to be here!”

“Yes, please sir. I know how this looks after this morning but Deuce is not at fault here, please don’t punish him.” Percy defended the blue-haired boy because he was dragged into something he had nothing to do with and he looked like he was about to cry. “Plus I have Pokemons that can fix this chandelier with no problem, I swear.”

“That’s not the issue, this chandelier is no mere light fixture. It is a magical chandelier. Its candles are powered by a magical energy source, enchanted so that they will burn for eternity. It was created for us by a legendary artificer. Possibly their finest creation. It has been here since the school was established, and I imagined it would be here forevermore.” Crowley shook his head and gestured to the broken pieces of a globe, “Furthermore, its magestone— the figurative heart of any magical artifact— is broken. A magestone cannot easily be replaced. I fear the candles of this majestic chandelier will never burn again.”

“This is bad…” Ace sighed.

“What am I going to do?!” Deuce murmured to himself making Percy feel worse. “How am I going to tell my mother…?”

“Is there really no way to fix it?” Percy asked the Headmage determined to set things right, it was partly her fault that Deuce was involved in this. “Can’t we just… I don’t know… find another magestone to replace the broken one or something?”

The Headmage pondered with his hand on his chin for a moment. “Hmm… There might be a way. The magestone that powered this chandelier was mined from the Dwarfs’ Mine. If you can acquire a magestone with the same properties, it may be possible to repair it.”

“I should caution you that I cannot promise there yet remain magestone to find. The mines were closed quite some time ago. It is quite likely that all of the magestones have already been mined.” The Headmage warned them.

“We must at least try!” Percy told him, she was never one to stand down from a challenge. “If there are any stones left, my Pokemon will find them.”

“I will do anything to avoid expulsion, sir!” Deuce firmly backed her up with a newfound determination burning in his eyes.

“Hmmm… Very well, then.” Crowley conceded, “I will suspend your expulsion for a single night. But if you fail to return with a magestone by morning, then all of you are expelled.”

“I understand, sir. Thank you very much for this opportunity!” Deuce said gratefully.

“Fine, then. Let’s hurry down there, find a magestone, and get this whole thing done with.” Ace sighed with an annoyed tone.

“Mimikyu,”

*SMACK*

“OUCH!”

“Thank you, darling. This gives us roughly 17 hours to go to the mines, find a rare stone and get back,” Percy thought out loud, then smiled. “I like those odds.”

“You should be able to reach the Dwarfs’ Mine instantly by using one of the Gates in the Mirror Chamber.” The Headmage directed to them.

“Then what are we doing here picking daisies?” Percy asked the boys and then commanded them, gesturing to the door. “Let’s go.”

she then reached for her Pokeballs. “Phantump, Cinccino, Vaporeon, Sebastian, Unfezant return.” With a red flash the little red and white balls sucked them in and she started to walk towards the exit with the two boys following her.

“Myah! Wh-? Where am I?!” Grim asked, as he finally recovered in Percy’s arms.

“You may end up wishing you’d remained unconscious.” She told him as they left the Cafeteria.

When they got out of the school building Percy passed Grim to Deuce and told them to wait for her in the Mirror Chamber while she ran to the Ramshackle dorm to switch her current Pokemons (except Mimikyu, of course) with Noivern, Crobat, Gengar, Pumpkaboo, and Garchomp, two of which were still inside her PC and check out how the terraforming and the berry farm was going.

She knocked on the door and Mary was the one who opened the door.

“Greetings, darling,” Percy said as she kneeled to kiss the little Indeedee on both cheeks, and walked inside. “Where are the others?”

“Dee dee, Indeedee.” Mary answered after she closed the door behind her trainer. (In the backyard, Mistress.)

“Thank you, love.” The blonde headed toward the backyard.

From what she could see the lake was finished, Milotic and Gyarados have already made themselves at home inside it while Garchomp, Krookodile, and Flygon were resting around it. Serperior, Whimsicott, Decidueye, and Shiinotic have finished the grassland and water’s-edge habitat and were now watching the Ramshackle ghosts play with the ghost types. They’ve made a small patch of trees semi-circling a plain of green grass, there were little burrows and dens in the ground, and the trees had stick houses and nests on their branches and inside the holes on some of their trunks. There were patches of tall grass and flowerbeds sprinkled here and there. Attached to the lake there was a medium size pond with plenty of lily pads, water lilies, and cattail reeds in it, right below willow trees with hollow logs and plenty of perch stones around it.

The apple trio, Lilligant, Shaymin, Eldegoss, and Roserade was in charge of handling the berry farm. There were 20 different types of berries in the container she gave to her grass types, Cheri, Chesto, Pecha, Rawst, Aspear, Leppa, Oran, Persim, Mago, Cornn, Bluk, Nanab, Pinap, Citrus, Pomeg, Qualot, Grepa, Magost, Lum, and Haban berries. Each type of tree was at different heights and they were separated into two 10x6 lines.

With Eldegoss’ seeds enriching the soil with nutrients, the apple trio planting the seeds from the berries, and Lilligant, Shaymin and Roserade using growth on them, the berry trees were already flowering.

Percy walked closer to the grassland habitat with Mimikyu on her shoulder and as her Pokemon caught sight of her, they started to get up and ran to their trainer with wide smiles.

Serperior even took it a step further and coiled around her trainer upon impact, and snuggle her face to Percy’s face, making her giggle, “Ha ha ha, yeah I missed you too, my dear lady.” She looked at the rest of her Pokemon who had caught up to them as she got out of Serperior’s grip, “In fact, I missed all of you. You can’t fathom the day I’ve had and am still having, but I don’t have time to explain at the moment. Gengar, Garchomp, Pumpkaboo,”

The three straightened at the mention of their names, “I need you guys, come with me. The rest of you good job, the place looks amazing, thank you all.” The blonde said as she made her way to her PC, she quickly released her Pokemon that resided inside the Pokeballs and took the ones she needed for this mission, and run out of the dorm towards the Mirror Hall.

Meanwhile, the two boys and the monsters were still waiting for the girl.

Ace was leaning against a wall with crossed arms, shaking his leg in impatience. Deuce was checking his watch every two seconds not so far from him, Grim however unlike the two boys, was waiting for his human counterpart to show up by silently sitting in the doorway on all fours and looking down the hall.

“Where is she?” the blue-haired boy sighed.

“She probably got scared and run away.” Said the ginger nonchalantly, but then immediately screamed when a fireball landed right beside his head.

“Don’t bad mouth my henchwoman, explodey-headed human!” Grim hissed at him, he wasn’t about to let this idiot insult his human, especially when he was the one who tried to bail in the first place.

“Whatever, do we even need her?” Ace asked Deuce, which made the blue-haired boy give him a disapproving look, “What? She’s just a magicless girl, she’s useless.”

“Oh, believe me, gingernuts. I’m way more useful than you could ever hope to be,” suddenly said a feminine voice, and then a second later the blonde head of the female champion entered the Mirror Chamber with her loyal partner on her shoulder.

“Henchwoman!” Grim gave out a happy cry, and run to Percy to climb up her leg to sit on her vacant shoulder. “What took you so long?”

“I was gone for 15 minutes,” she shot him a deadpan look, “And I’ve got to bring the necessary help for mining.” She then turned to the other two, “So are you boys ready?”

“Yup,” Deuce answered with determination, but Ace wasn’t as eager as him.

“Maaan… How did I end up in this mess? I swear, I have the worst luck.” he whined before Mimikyu smacked him in the head.

“Cease your incessant whining and proceed. It was karma, not mere misfortune, that befell you.” Percy scolded him.

“She’s right, we don’t have time to complain. Let’s go.” Deuce agreed and stepped in front of the Dark Mirror. “Dark Mirror! Take us to the Dwarfs’ Mine!”

The reflection in the mirror rippled and the boys walked into it, Percy copied them just so. It wasn’t as good as Cosmog’s teleport but it wasn’t that bad either. And in a second they appeared in front of a, in Percy’s opinion, gorgeous cottage house surrounded by a very pleasant forest. The thick trees would stop all the sunshine, if there was any sunshine at all. Perfect for her.

“So this is the Dwarfs’ Mine…” Deuce started, “Long ago, this mine was flush with magestones.”

Grim snuggled Percy’s head and buried his face into her hair in fear. His flaming ears were surprisingly cool to touch, it was like a Rapidash’s mane she guessed. “Urgh… Who knows what lurks in there now?”

“Look, I can see a house.” Ace pointed out. “Let’s see what the people there have to say.”

He tried to walk towards it but he tripped on a rock and caught himself at the last second.

“It’s too dark to see,” Percy said as she reached her Pokeball belt and throw one of them into the air, “Pumpkaboo, light our way!”

In a flash of light, Pumpkaboo appeared with a cry of her name and illuminated the area by flashing a yellow-orange light from the holes in her purple body, making the two boys take a step back in surprise.

“How are you doing that?!” Ace asked with wide eyes.

“I doubt you’ll understand it but fine I’ll try to explain it to you gingernuts. This,” she gestured to the baseball-sized sphere she caught in the air, “Is a Pokeball. In where I’m from, it is used to catch and store Pokemon.” She then returned the Pokeball to her belt after it shrink to a ping-pong ball size and started to walk towards the cottage with Pumpkaboo floating beside her, lighting her way. “You can have six of them on your belt or more in your bag.”

Deuce caught up to her, and looked at her two Pokemon with interest, “So is that what they are? Pokemons?”

“Well, yes, but that’s a broad term, like the creatures that you call animals,” Percy explained to the blue-haired boy who listened intently, “but what their species is,” she gestured to her partner on her shoulder, “a Mimikyu,” she then gestured to the Pumpkin Pokemon, who was now floated to Deuce and gave him a friendly smile. “and a Pumpkaboo, which is also their names.”

“And how do they use magic?” asked Ace with his hands in his pockets, trying to mask his curiosity, but failing miserably.

“They don’t use magic, they use moves. A move,” she thought a bit to explain it better, “Is an attack or technique skill that a Pokemon can use in and outside of battle. Each and every Pokemon has a predetermined set of moves; known as learnset, that they can learn that relates to the type and concept of the species.”

“So that’s how your plush toy paralyzed me earlier,” Ace finally realized.

“And shook you like a pepper pot in the air this morning, ha ha ha!” Grim snickered from his seat on Percy’s shoulder.

“Yes and yes. But HE didn’t paralyze you, he used Thunderbolt on you, paralysis was just a side effect of it. Mind your manners and don’t call him a plush toy if you don’t want him to use it again. The move Thunderbolt can be used 15 times until he needs to recharge, just saying∼” Percy smirked as his face got pale and kept on walking ahead of them.

They soon reached the cottage, and with Percy in the lead, they entered it. From the dust and Spinarak webs, it was obvious that no one had lived there in a long while. Aside from the miniature-sized furniture, it looked just like the house she grew up in.

“Hellooo?” Still, Deuce felt the need to greet the empty room, “Is anyone home…?” unsurprisingly, no one answered, “Must be empty. It looks like it’s been abandoned.”

Percy stepped over a small dusty chair and gazed at the rest of the house, “Well, this certainly brings back memories, huh fellas?” she asked her Pokemon and got confirming hums in return.

“Bwah! I got a spider on my face! Ptchoo! Ptchoo!” Grim sputtered after she accidentally got too close to a wall.

“I apologize.” She said as she helped him get it off, the little creature looked like a tiny black Spinarak. She studied it for a moment then she carefully placed it on the tablet that was struck with a pickaxe.

“Look how tiny these desks and chairs are. Did children live here?” Ace asked as he crouched down to check the miniature-sized dining set. “One, two… Seven! It’s like a clown car in here.”

Percy looked at him like he was an idiot, “Given the name "The Dwarfs' Mine," it is reasonable to deduce that the former occupants of this dwelling were likely dwarves, rather than children.”

“When the mine was flourishing, this house must have been a lively place,” Deuce notes solemnly as he rummaged around and dislodged the pickaxe from the table.

“Well, this isn’t getting us anywhere.” Ace If we’re gonna find a magestone, it’ll be inside the mine. Let’s head inside and take a look.”

The group then headed towards the broken railway that lead them to the Mine Entrance when followed. Even though she knew that there was no Pokemon in this dimension, her eyes still unconsciously searched for Zubats, Carbinks, Joltiks, or maybe some Mawiles. The entrance was between to roots of a large tree and it was very dark.

“You wanna go inside THERE? It’s pitch black!” Grim shrieked as he hugged Percy’s head.

“What, are you scared of the dark? Pathetic.” Ace taunted the feline monster again, making Percy sigh and shake her head in annoyance.

“Mimikyu,”

And her Pokemon partner smacked the ginger on the back of the head once again. Seriously, he was losing count of how many times he smacked the boy in this one day but the imbecile still didn’t learn his lesson.

“OUCH! Will you stop doing that?!”

“I will do so, once you have mastered the art of maintaining silence.” She glared at him while scratching the back of Grim’s ears to keep him calm. “Grim's survival instincts far surpass yours, for the darkness holds many fearsome entities you should be wary of.”

“But I—“

She cut him off by snapping her fingers in front of his face, “Zip,”

Ace opened his mouth to say something but Percy snapped her fingers in front of his face again and said, “No!”

This time Ace just huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest with a grumpy expression.

“Good boy.” She then turned back to the Mine Entrance, “Now, let’s get this thing over with. Pumpkaboo, please lead the way love.”

After walking for 10 minutes they arrived at a clearing in the cave with several different colored crystals stuck in the walls. Being in such a dark environment was just Percy’s forte, she was in her element. She lived in the dark with ghosts nearly all her life, that’s how, when she sensed that something was approaching their way from the familiar tingle in the back of her head she knew that it was ghosts.

“Wait, guys, we have company.” She told the boys as she stopped them on their way.

Suddenly one large, one average size two ghosts appeared from the walls, making the boys and Grim shriek. They were as marshmallowy as the ones in the Ramshackle, the only difference was the hoods on their heads.

“Hee hee hee hee! Visitors! The first in ten years!” the large one cackled.

“Do make yourselves at home… You can stay forever!”

“Thanks, gentlemen but no, thanks,” Percy said to them and then yelled, “Gengar, Haze!”

Suddenly the Shadow Pokemon got out of her trainer’s shadow and released a thick black and dark purple smoke from her mouth.

Percy quickly grabbed the boys’ arms and ran deeper into the mine as fast as she could.

When she was finally sure that they were safe, Percy stopped running. The boys were catching their breaths as Gengar and Pumpkaboo caught up to them.

Ace looked up when he could breathe normally again and saw the Shadow Pokemon, he pointed at her with his thumb as he asked, “That’s yours too, I presume?”

“Yes, let me introduce you,” she gestured to the dark purple ghost with a roundish body with red eyes and a wide mouth that was curled into a mischievous grin, “This is Gengar, one of my oldest friends.” the Shadow Pokemon giggled and waved at the boys and floated in circles around her trainer.

Deuce looked at the purple ghost with wonder, “What can this one can do?” he was really amazed at the familiars of this girl.

Percy thought for a second then had an idea, “Why don’t I let a professional explain? Mimikyu, can you please give me my Pokedex from the bag?” her partner reached to the bag’s zipper, took out a purple device that looked like a game console and gave it to his trainer. “Thank you, love.” She handed the device to Deuce, “Here, this is my Pokedex. It gives information about all the Pokemons in the world, just point it at one and it’ll tell you everything about it.”

The blue-haired boy looked at it for a second and then pointed the Pokedex at Mimikyu on Percy’s shoulder, “Mimikyu, the Disguise Pokemon. A Ghost and Fairy type. A lonely Pokémon, Mimikyu is always covered by its disguise. It is unknown what Mimikyu's true appearance looks like. Since this Pokémon is weakened by sunlight, it is rumored that the veil is used for protection. Mimikyu's disguise is modeled after a popular Pokemon, thinking that its disguise would allow it to make friends with people. Unfortunately, this attempt makes its disguise look creepier. A scholar who saw what was under its rag was overwhelmed by terror and died from the shock.”

Ace looked freaked out at the last part, “Wait, really?!”

“Yes, whoever loo—WATCH OUT!!”

She pushed him out of the way just in time for a shadowy creature to miss him by a millimeter. Percy saw the Shadow Sneak from the corner of her eye just before the shadow on the ground attacked the ginger. When she saw the user of the attack, it shocked her to the core.

“What the hell is that?!” Ace asked from the ground.

“It’s… A Sableye.” Percy answered, “But how? Crowley told me that there were no Pokemons here,”

Deuce then pointed the Pokedex at the little creature, “Sableye, the Darkness Pokemon. A Dark and Ghost type. Sableye leads quiet lives deep inside caverns. It digs the ground with sharpened claws to find rocks that it eats. Substances in the eaten rocks crystallize and rise up to the Pokémon's body surface.”

“Well, what does it want from us?!” Grim shouted as he tried to hold on to Percy’s shoulder with his claws as the humans dodged to escape from the shadow Ball the Darkness Pokemon just launched their way.

“My guess? it wants to eat the gems on your pens.” She said as they ran behind a large boulder for cover.

“So, what are we gonna do?! We can’t let it take them!” Ace yelled while he protected his head from the falling rocks as Shadow Balls collided with the mine walls.

“WE, are not going to do anything, you guys will stay here and stay safe.” Percy said and put Grim down to turn the wild Pokemon, “I, on the other hand, will take care of this.”

She jumped over the boulder and yelled, “Gengar, Mean Look!”

Gengar’s irises and pupils turned purple, with a light-purple glow around them. The wild Sableye then glowed purple, with its jewel eyes glowing bright red, and a dark-purple, shadowy mist appeared around its body, preventing it from moving.

The trainer then turned to the Pumpkin Pokemon, “Pumpkaboo, Leech Seed!”

Pumpkaboo nodded to her trainer and did as she commanded right away, she shot several seeds from its mouth into the ground in front of the Sableye. The seeds immediately grew into vines that latch onto the wild Pokemon and drained it of its energy.

“Now let’s wrap this up.” Percy looked at her partner, “Mimikyu, you’re up love, Play Rough!”

Mimikyu jumped down from her shoulder towards Sableye and cloaked it with a thick, white smoke surrounded by stars. He then hit it multiple times with his stick tail.

When he was done and the smoke cleared the Sableye was on the ground with spirals in its eyes, indicating that it fainted. Percy grabbed an empty Pokeball and pressed the button on the front to convert it to its full size, she then threw it at the sableye, “Go Pokeball!”

The Pokeball opened upon impact with the wild Pokemon and converted it to a form of energy, sucking it to its center, and closed.

“Is it over?” Ace said while looking at the ground the Sableye once was, as he, Deuce, and Grim came out of their hiding place.

“Wait!” Percy shouted, stopping the boys and the feline monster to get closer to the red and white sphere. She watched the ball twitch once… twice… thrice… and it made the familiar thump sound making her sigh in relief. “It’s over.”

“So that’s how you catch them,” Deuce said to her while she walked up to the Pokeball to get her new Pokemon.

“Yes,” she crouched down to pick up the red and white sphere, “First you battle them to tire them out and then you throw the Pokeball to catch them. And now we have a guide.” She threw the Pokeball up in the air and released the Sableye.

“Sableye,” the little purple creature groaned as HE rubbed his head. (That hurt,)

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry but you can’t eat their gems, they need them for school.” Percy kneeled down to his level and gestured to the boys, “Can you please tell me how you got here?”

“Sable eye, Sableye eye ey Sable Sab Sab eye, Sableye eye Sable eye Sableye Sable eye.” The darkness Pokemon explained as best as he could.

The two boys and the feline monster looked at him with confusion then turned to the only female in the group.

“What did it say?” Deuce asked the blonde.

“HE, said that he doesn’t know, he was just hanging around in his cave, then suddenly the scenery started to change and the next moment he was here.” Percy translated with a deep frown. This was bad, she didn’t know how the ecosystem of this world react if there were other Pokemon like this sableye, that came to this dimension. She needed to inform the Headmage.

But first…

“Your device said that it digs around in caves, can he help us?” Ace asked the trainer

“Maybe.” Percy said and turned to the new member of her team, “Did you happen to see a circular yellow crystal in this cave by any chance?”

“Sable, eye Sableye Sable Sable eye Sab Sableye eye eye Sable Sableye Sab Sab.” He nodded to his now trainer. (I did, I wanted to eat it at first but when I tried to bite it, it zapped me.)

“Can you lead us to it, please?”

“Sable, Sableye.” He said and waved for them to follow him. (Sure, follow me.)

“Gengar, return.” She returned her to her Pokeball, and after she disappeared with a red flash, the blonde turned to the boys, “Let’s go.”

The Darkness Pokemon led them farther into the mines, good thing they had Pumpkaboo, because the deeper they’ve gone the darker it got. While they were walking Ace and Grim started to fall behind.

“Come on Ace, pick up the pace. You’re so slow.” Deuce said looking back to the ginger.

“Can’t we just rest a bit? We’ve been walking forever.” Ace whined dragging his feet.

“Yes, I’m so tired.” He ran to Percy and climbed up to her shoulder, “Carry me, Henchwoman.”

“If we stop to rest, we’ll never get anywhere. Just keep moving.” The blue-haired boy commanded.

“Whatever, just don’t act like we voted you team leader.” The ginger snapped, “The only reason we’re here in the first place is because of that stupid stunt you pulled.”

“Oh?” Deuce turned around to argue, “I’m pretty sure this all started because you tried to shirk your window cleaning punishment!”

“So we’re bringing up ancient history now? Then if you wanna get down to brass tacks, this all started when furball torched that statue!” Ace glared at Grim.

“HEY!” the feline monster got offended.

“There is no need to deflect responsibility, for it was your initial actions that instigated this chain of events!” Percy snapped at him with an icy glare as she turned around and got on his face. “He was ready to let it go until you opened your big mouth again, you have no one to blame but yourself. And if anyone in this group is the leader, it’s me.”

She turned around and kept following Sableye, “Now all of you shut your traps, and let’s find that stone.”

But soon Sableye came to a halt and all of her Pokemon started to growl, even the ones in their Pokeballs.

“Guys?” the trainer asked confused.

“What’s happening to them?” Deuce nervously asked the blonde, eyeing her familiars.

Percy put her guard up, “They must be sensing something, be ready.”

And soon enough they heard hear the thing that got the Pokemon so restless.

“…iiivvv… …oooouuu…” A distorted voice muttered something from one of the tunnels.

Percy slowly reached for Garchomp and Noivern’s Pokeballs as the two boys and Grim got startled.

“Wh—where’s that comin’ from?” Ace stuttered.

“…neeevvvaaa… …iiivvv… …ooouuu…” the voice was no

“Sounds like…it’s getting closer…” Deuce whispered.

“Sableye, return,” Percy muttered as she hold his Pokeball towards him, “Pumpkaboo close the light,”

The Pumpkin Pokemon now only gave off a dim light, not enough to light up the entire cave but enough for the humans to see each other and where they were going. The blonde trainer then grabbed the boys from their arms and pushed them behind a boulder and peeked at the monster behind it.

“Stooonesss… Stooonesss aaare miiiiine!”

They could see it clearly now, whatever it was, it carried a giant pickaxe and lantern. Its head looked like a cracked ink bottle, but Percy was pretty sure it wasn’t ink. The black liquid that was leaking from it had a very putrid stench and it was very turbid, it was more like a smelly black slime.

“Bwah!” Grim mewled, hiding his face in Percy’s neck, “There it is!”

“What is that?!” Deuce whisper-shouted.

“No one said there’d be monsters!” the feline told them, shaking in Percy’s arms, “Let’s get outta here!”

“That thing’s super creepy!” Ace whispered. “But didn’t it just say something about ‘stones’?!”

“Wait, what?!” Grim looked at Ace as if he was insane. Did he not see the size of that thing?!

“Stooonesss… …nevvva give stooonesss…!”

“So there ARE still magestones here!” Deuce murmured hopefully.

“Myaaah… Even as a master sorcerer,” the feline shook his head, “I… I don’t think I can take that thing down!”

“But we need a magestone or we’ll get expelled!” Deuce silently yelled at them.

“What about you miss ‘leader’?” Ace turned to Percy and air quoted, “Do you have a monster that can beat that thing in your magic balls?”

“Yes, actually.” Percy glared at him, “But we don’t know what it’s capable of, so it would be better if we just wait for it to walk away then silently run towards the way it came fro— What are you doing?!“

“I’m going in!” Deuce dashes toward the monster before the blonde can stop him.

“Are you insane?!” Percy hissed at him, “Get back here!”

“I won’t be expelled! No matter what!” the blue-haired boy shouted as he kept running.

“Begone! Begone! Begooone!”

The monster noticed him and started to swing its giant pickaxe in his direction, he dodged the first blow but the second one was too fast for him. All he could do was watch as the pickaxe made its way towards him in slow motion and close his eyes waiting for the blow.

But it never came.

Let me tell you, Deuce Spade is a very lucky boy that Percy was there and she acted quickly.

“GARCHOMP, DRAGON CLAW!”

When he opened his eyes again he saw the dark blue draconian Pokemon standing between him and the monster holding back the pickaxe with her claws that glowed light blue and growling at the slimy monster.

“Noivern, get him out of there! Garchomp, send it flying with Dual Chop!”

The Sound Wave Pokemon flew up to the blue-haired boy, grabbed him with his hind legs, and carried him to the other humans while the Mach Pokemon’s claws then started to glow green and started to simultaneously slash at the monster. The only problem was the rubble that was falling from the ceiling as the two were fighting. Without maintenance, the ancient support beams had become very frail.

” You have dragons too?!” Ace asked the blonde trainer in shock while he eyed her Dragon types.

“I have Pokemons of every kind, stop being surprised,” she quickly answered him and then turned to glare at Deuce, “One, let’s agree on something for the well-being of the two of you, nobody moves a finger unless I say so, get that?” She told the two boys, leaving no room for argument. “Two, close your ears this going to be loud.”

“Pumpkaboo, Leech Seed.” While the Pumpkin Pokemon shot seeds from her mouth Percy turned to the Sound Wave Pokemon as she put her hands on her ears with boys following her lead, “Noivern use Supersonic, confuse it and slow down its attacks,” she had to limit the slimy thing’s movements or the force of the fight might make the entire mine collapse, “Garchomp follow it with Dragon Breath” Noivern let out sound waves from his ears, hurting the ears of everyone around him, while Pumpkaboo shoot seeds from her mouth.

The vines around it were already weakening the slimy thing but when the Supersonic hit it, its movements got even more wobbly. It was just swinging its pickaxe around lazily at this point. When Garchomp opened her mouth and fired a stream of pale blue-purple fire, the blast send it flying to the back wall of the mines and fall down motionless as the paralysis took effect.

“Is it dead?” Grim asked, peeking from behind Percy’s hair, he hid his face in still shaking in fear.

“No, just paralyzed.” She said eyeing the monster warily, then she frowned as she saw a sparkle in the pitch darkness of one of the caves.

“…Huh,” she murmured

And apparently Ace saw it too because he soon loudly exclaimed, “Behind the monster! There’s something sparkling in the mineshaft!”

“Could that have been a magestone?!”

“Maybe,” she agreed but then she saw the thing twitch from the corner of her eye, “But we got to go, the effect of paralysis won’t last much longer.”

“But it’s right the—“ Deuce was gonna argue but the monster’s murmurs cut him off.

“Nooo giiive yooouuu stooooooone.” Its voice was low but creepy all the same. It was obvious that even with the vines of the Leech Seed the ting was starting to regain his strength

“Percy, we need to book it, and fast!” Grim cried snuggling closer to his human counterpart’s head. “That thing’s gonna pound us into tuna paste!”

The female trainer first glanced at the fiery feline and then at the monster on the ground that was getting more and more active, she made a decision and turned to her Pokemon, “Guys we’re retreating, Pumpkaboo, return.” As the Pumpkin Pokemon disappeared in a red flash, she turned to the Mach Pokemon, “Garchomp fly us out of here, Noivern lead us to the exit!”

“But it’s right there if we act fast—“ Deuce started but Percy didn’t let him finish, she grabbed him and throw him on the dragon type’s back. For such a petit-looking girl, she was surprisingly strong.

“We can’t risk it!” She then grabbed Ace’s arm and pulled him on Garchomp’s back with her. “Get us out of here girl!”

The Mach Pokemon lived up to her title and flew the humans, Grim and Mimikyu out of the mines and to the Dwarf cottage as fast as a jet.

“This should be far enough, I think?” the feline monster said from his seat now on Garchomp’s shoulder as Percy petted her Pokemon after they safely landed.

“Good job girl, you guys were amazing in there.” the trainer praised as she scratched the back of Noivern’s ears who happily accepted the pets.

“Owwww…” Ace groaned as he got over the motion sickness, “What was that thing ? no one said there’d be anything like that!”

“That was no normal ghost, that’s for sure.” Deuce commented.

“That wasn’t a ghost. Believe me, I know ghosts, and THAT THING,” Percy said pointing at the mines, “Was not a ghost. It looked more like a corrupted entity.”

“Let’s just give up and go home.” Ace sighed as he dusted his pants off, “I’ll happily take the expulsion if it means never having to see that thing again.”

“What?! Nuh-uh, not happenin’!” Deuce yelled outraged and shook his head, “I rather die than get expelled from Night Raven! How can you give up when the stone is right there?”

“Deuce, your mother would undoubtedly prefer to receive you back, even in the unfortunate event of your expulsion, rather than grieving over your untimely demise.” Percy tried to reason with the boy.

“Pfft.” Ace scoffed, ignoring the blonde champion, “Big talk for someone who’s only alive because the magicless janitor has some freaky pets—OUCH!” he yelled when the shadowy appendage of Mimikyu smacked him on the back of his head once again.

“What did I tell you about running your mouth, gingernuts?” Percy said as she calmed her Pokemon who growled at the ginger boy and returned her friends into their Pokeballs.

Ace just rubbed his head but didn’t say anything to her and turned to Deuce instead, “You want that stone so bad, go get it yourself. I’m out.” He said as he started to walk towards the mirror gate.

“Oh YEAH?!” Deuce suddenly yelled, surprising everyone with his volume except Percy who just raised an eyebrow at him, “Fine, go back to your coop, you big chicken!”

“Whaaaaat?!” Ace asked incredulously and turned around to get into the face of the blue-haired boy, “Who’re you callin’ a chicken, huh?!”

“Whoa, Deuce…” Grim got between them with curiosity, “Is it just me, or did you, like turn into a totally different person just now?”

“Huh?!” Deuce awkwardly couched, obviously embarrassed, “Sorry… lost my cool for a second there.”

“Can’t you guys just blow that thing up with magic?” the feline monster asked.

“Grim they’ve been to magic school for literally one day, I don’t think their skill level is nearly high enough for that.”

“She’s right, using magic at a greater scale, or using different types of magic—those things require training.”

“Yeah, that’s why magic academies exist in the first place.” Ace shrugged, “ It takes a lot of training before you can snap your fingers and turn your thoughts into magic.”

“That makes sense even Pokemons don’t born with a complete set of moves, sometimes they train for months to learn a new move, even the ones from their own types.” Percy thought out loud, “Like how Grim can only summon fire for now.”

“And I’m gonna learn how to use WAY cooler magic than that, for the record!” Grim bragged, “I’m just hittin’ my stride here!”

“so, what’s your excuse Remmington?” Ace asked the blonde girl.

“My excuse?”

“Yeah, why can’t your dragons beat that thing?”

“They can, but the whole mine can collapse from the force of their attacks, those support beams are centuries old, they can’t stand too much pressure, ” she answered, “If the crystal breaks under the rubble we can’t use it.”

“We need to find some way to defeat that creature and get the magestone.” Deuce said still not giving up.

“Yeaaaaah. Just like the time with the chandelier, right? You ‘found some way,’ and now here we are.” Ace taunted the blue-haired boy, “You tried to fight that thing yourself and it almost creamed you. So what exactly is your plan here, genius? Because I sure don’t trust you to improvise!”

“What?! You’re the one who—“

“Aaand they’re at it again.” Grim huffed annoyed

“Cease your quarrel at once, both of you!” the Pokemon champion shouted making the rest of the group gasp, her patience was running thin. “Stop acting like toddlers for a second and try to cooperate a little.”

“With Loosey-Deucey? No way.” Ace refused immediately, “He’d get me killed!”

“Like it’d be some treat for me to work with you?!”

“Listen!” Percy stopped their bickering before it started, "If we want to get that magestone we need to work together.”

“ ’Work together’… Is that some kinda joke?” Ace sighed as he shook his head, “You always say the lamest things with the straightest face, Percy.”

“Agreed. No way could I work together with him.”

Okay, this was the last drop for her.

“Really, Mr. I-rather-die-than-get-expelled?” Percy turned to him with a chilling glare, “So death is fine, but you draw the line at teamwork?”

Her eyes kept going back and forth between the boys, “Allow me to make myself clear, you imbeciles. I am not the one whose fate hangs in the balance here. If you wish to abandon this endeavor, it matters not to me. I possess intellect, skill, and beauty, capable of forging my own path. I have risen from nothing before, and I can certainly do so again.” She shrugged then pointed at them, “While the two of you shall forever be remembered in the annals of Night Raven College as the imbeciles who managed to expel themselves on their very first day. Is that concept sufficiently clear to penetrate your feeble minds?”

“Yeah,” Grim nodded, agreeing with his human counterpart, “Gettin’ expelled on the first day is pretty lame.”

“W-well…” Ace stuttered with a scared look, unsuccessfully trying to come up with something to say.

Deuce wasn’t even trying to argue, he knew that the blonde girl was right. If he doesn’t wanna disappoint his mother, he had no choice but to work with them.

“Now,” Percy started, “If you two are done bickering, I have a plan.”

“Percy… Is this plan of yours really gonna work?” Grim whimpered, they were now standing in front of the dark mine entrance, “I’m sca—I mean, I’m a little… uh, hungry.”

The blonde girl giggled light-heartedly, lifting one hand from hugging her Pokemon partner like a teddy Bewear and scratched his furry tummy making him giggle too, “Don’t worry, just do as I say and we’ll be at home just in time for a midnight gobble, you little glutton.”

“Okay then,” Deuce exclaimed with determination. “Let’s go, Percy!”

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The Long Haul

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 15 of Supernatural will be mentioned in this fic. If you haven't seen the whole show including the finale and don't want spoilers, I wouldn't recommend reading any further. Stronger language may occur, as well as the appearance of minor substance abuse regarding alcohol.

Summary: Sam was once a psychic. It shouldn't have been anything new, but after what seems like a very vivid fever dream, he knows things he shouldn't about the future.

Pairing: None

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: It's been such a while since I have posted anything, I know, forgive me peeps life been a hectic couple of years. But i hope you guys like this cuz I wrote this a while back actually, I just didn't know if I should post it. If it does well I might do a part two 👀 we'll see. Anyway, enjoy!

It was a long run. A good run. Well, maybe not exactly but it sure had it's good moments. He couldn't lie there had been…a lot of bad, came with the job after all but looking back? The good was what he remembered. Whether it was loud, off-tune sing-alongs to Bon Jovi in the Impala or a little prank war here and there to keep a road trip from being boring; all the little things that meant so much between Sam and his older brother..those were the moments that he'd held onto.

Laying back on his bed, tubes and monitors keeping tabs on his elderly form, the younger Winchester sighed softly, his mind in reverie with every memory he could still recall. He'd known for a while here that it was coming, about time for him to let go. But part of him almost didn't quite want to. Not without a goodbye and certainly not without being sure he'd done everything he could to make a good life, to honor his brother and the promise Sam made to him. As if on cue that was when his son Dean Jr. came in. The elderly Winchester heard the footsteps before anything else, even if vaguely because his hearing admittedly wasn't exactly pristine. But even still it made him shift his head just enough to catch sight of the boy; calm, despite that look in his eyes that just knew it was coming. Smiling ever slightly even though pain was clearly in his eyes, making them glisten a bit. God he was so much like them, so much like himself in all honesty. And yet so different in the fact that he had not been bred into a hunter like himself. Granted Sam didn't let the boy go clueless, he taught him the reins passing that torch on…but some part of him just seeing his baby boy sitting there in front of him, the old man was proud. Proud of the man he'd raised and relieved that things had gone right in some way.

Taking his father's hand, Dean gave a gentle squeeze, smile staying in place no matter what the situation was. The doctors told him it wouldn't be long, that was about a week ago. Course they'd been saying that for a while now. And yet while he knew all this, while he knew it was time for his father to rest….some part of him was screaming, the part of him that just didn't want to let go. What child is ever ready to say goodbye to their father? To part of the only family they have? But rather than voice any of this, even if his eyes gave him away, he simply nodded, forcing his voice to utter the words that he knew Sam needed to hear. Peas on a pod they were, and that meant moving on was a bitch to do. Somehow he managed, though; "Dad…It's okay. You've done enough, you've taught me well and thank you for, everything…but it's okay..You can rest now.

'You can rest now.' The words were all too familiar, and admittedly? That did it. His own eyes welled a bit, shedding a droplet as his lips pulled ever slightly into a smile. With the strength he had left, he gave his son's hand a squeeze of his own, having seen the telltale watery hues that reflected his own, threatening to spill over. One last fatherly act, reassuring his son…before that moment passed and then Sam at last was at rest, relaxing against that bed as if an entire lifetime's worth of burden and worry, of duty and responsibility simply fell from his shoulders allowing him to slip away with the steady-lined beep of the monitor.

Finally… he'd lain his weary head to rest, and like his brother? Turns out there was peace now that he was done.

Or at least Sam had thought. Because right as he felt, or… thought he felt he was slipping away, he snapped awake laying stop a dingy motel bed, gasping for air as his hazel hues stared up at an equally dingy and dark ceiling. How?... What the hell was this?... Was this somehow his heaven? Was this the happiest he ever was, seriously? Because it took him a moment but as he realized his surroundings, it made him immediately think of hunting with his brother; was that really his happy place? That was heaven right? But then why did this somehow…feel different?

Groaning against the strain, he sat himself up slowly, remembering all too well and all too regrettably the pain in his back from being stabbed. He slid his jacket off a moment later, carefully, before moving towards the mirror that hung on the wall above the foot of the bed. Going through the motions, out of either habit or an attempt to fact check, he tugged his Tshirt and flannel up gingerly while trying to get a good look at the throbbing spot on his spine. First of all, he shouldn't have been able to walk, Sam thought to himself, let alone move around and twist like that. And at the same time it only served to confuse him further, because well…he had relived memories before, he knew that. It didn't usually go so far as feeling this real though. This felt….he couldn't put a finger on it, but it was driving him nuts trying to figure it all out.

"...Sammy?- Oh, thank God."

It seemed his questions were answered at least in part, when a door opened and Dean's voice announced his presence. Dean, his brother Dean. The one he had watched die for the final time what seemed like 30 years ago. And yet as Sam turned to see him, there he was, looking tired as hell, half drunk, and yet relieved beyond words at the same time as he set his whiskey bottle down nearby on a table, and walked his way over to wrap his arms tightly around the younger Winchester; too tight, probably, the poor man was still recovering from a severely nasty wound afterall, demon deal magic or not it was still gonna hurt. Sam winced, but hugged back nonetheless for a moment, not saying too much other than a muttered "Ow- uh- Dean-" as he grimaced through the pain.

"Sorry….I'm sorry man I'm just- I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all." It wasn't hard to see the love in his eyes, even through the pain that swam in them too, accompanied by his small, pained but loving smile. There truly weren't words or at least none that Dean knew of, that would have described how the elder brother felt right then. For one, he was glad his deal had actually worked. But for another, he prayed nothing would happen to him this time, and he sure as hell planned to make sure of that. He refused to go to Hell for nothing. But what he was really focused on now was making sure Sammy didn't find out about his deal. For as long as possible if he could really help it, because it meant less time for the other Winchester to screw with it.

And all the while, frankly for Sam it was almost overwhelming. It was so vivid, such a familiar walk down memory lane that it only sent his already investigating mind into override mode, not sure what to make of….any of this. Up was down now, left was right; so similar yet so vastly different. All the crap Sam had seen in all his days, and this was what stalled his brain. Understandably so, one could argue. Needing to take a seat, he felt out for a chair or, or something, thinking it was closer than it really was. And as a result, forgive him but he stumbled, wincing because of the pain his back's muscle flexion caused. The tall male was saved by his elder brother however, his arms once again hooking around him as Dean steadied the moose of a man instinctively.

"Easy…easy Sammy easy..hey how you feelin?" The elder Winchester muttered out, scanning his brother over with concern.

Like I just had an acid trip and got hit by a bus, he almost said, it sat in the tip of his tongue; but instead of saying that he cleared his throat, confused gaze traveling the room as if trying to make sense of…all of this. "I…I feel, fine, I guess. Why am I…Dean is this heaven?"

Dean didn't know any better though. Hell he didn't even really realize heaven was a thing, hadn't met angels yet even. So the man simply blinked at his brother, not understanding the question. "…No, man, this ain't heaven. I mean, I'm here too so, I think it's safe to say you're still in Kansas Toto."

Ah, yeah, that's right. Dean's sarcasm at every waking moment. That was something Sam hadn't realized he'd missed…or maybe he missed being annoyed by it.

"Man you scared me there for a second, thought I lost ya." Chuckling half humorlessly as he went on, Dean pulled back with a pat to Sam's shoulder and a half quirked smile. "You..you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah…I think so. Uh…" Sam barely muttered back, running a hand through his hair. It finally clicked. He was back in 2007. The day he died for the first time, or, well perhaps week, since he remembered that Dean had postponed a hunter's funeral or even burial because he couldn't let go…and then made that demon deal. If by some miracle or work of God this was actually real, that this was real time….then the hell was what came before? Had it been some fever dream?... In which case maybe they could do things differently here but…but how? How the hell was he supposed to do this again? Sam already felt as if he'd lived one man's lifetime, he just plain didn't think he could fucking do that all again. If he went distant on you Dean, forgive him but he was definitely in his own head, he couldn't understand how he could have dreamed that all up just to be stuck back here living it all again and he didn't know where…the hell he was supposed to go from here.

He wasn't exactly allowed time to sit on that thought however because he heard Dean a moment later, whom he'd unintentionally zoned out on, therefore missing the repetitive attempts to grab his younger brother's attention. "Sammy, hey! Earth to Sam? You hearing me man?" As if the previous situation hadn't been stressing enough, now his little brother wasn't really responding? Forgive the man if he was a little more than a little concerned.

Blinking in reaction to the snapping of fingers in front of his face, Sam turned his eyes to Dean, blinking once again as he seemingly refocused. "What?"

What. That's all he had? Dean suppressed the urge to scoff as he instead sighed slightly. "Are you sure you're all good? You just totally went screensaver on me man, seriously are you okay?" Freshly back from the dead or not, the question stood as the elder Winchester eyed his brother up and down a bit, as if visually scanning the man for himself to determine what was wrong, as if to say he had that power. Which technically he did but, that was besides the point.

Clearing his throat, the younger Winchester's brows furrowed slightly, shaking his head marginally as he glanced around the room. He was still trying to formulate a reasonable explanation for this that didn't sound like he was off his rocker. And we're just talking for his own sanity's sake, let alone for the inevitable moment when he had to tell his brother. "I uh….Yeah, weirdly I'm fine. I just- I have this…..This weird feeling. I can't really-I can't really explain it I just…"

Waiting for a moment, leaving room for Sam to finish, it seemed the moose wasn't going to finish that thought and the expectation was clear on the elder Winchester's face. "Just..what? I need a little more to go on here."

"Just…feels like I've…" Oh boy here we go, moment of truth. Here's hoping he had a good enough answer when it came down to it. "Dean, can I uh…Can I ask you a weird question?"

"Depends on what you call weird but sure, I'll humor you. Ask away."

"Do you feel at all like…like this has happened before? I mean you don't feel like we're living the same day over again…right?"

Well. That was some weird question for sure. The question confused Dean a bit, admittedly, in the way that he wasn't sure what made his brother think that nor what he was getting at and his brows furrowed as he blinked for a moment. "...No? Why do you ask, what's going through your head man?"

"Just…I dunno guess I just had some deja Vu." He halfheartedly chuffed a quiet snort as he shrugged a shoulder up. He could have gone on, could've explained further; hell it sat right on his tongue for a second, but he caught himself just in time. If this really was 2007 once again, then telling his older brother that he was having some kind of visions again probably wasn't the best course of action. So instead he played it off, with a nod and a small smile. "I'm good, Dean, all things considered."

Dean listened, squinting ever slightly for a moment as he rubbed his stubbled chin. Part of him innately felt like there was more to that. But at the moment? He didn't care to dwell on it, his brother was back, he was calling that good enough. "Yeah, well, fair enough I guess." Afterall hadn't Dean himself just died or…damn near died recently? That was probably enough to give Sam deja Vu of some sort. "So how're you feelin? Weirdness aside."

"...Hungry. I'm pretty hungry…could maybe use some aspirin for my back but I wouldn't say no to some whiskey either." Not back then you wouldn't have, Sam. Idiot. It wasn't like Sam had never had his moments of alcohol consumption, but it wasn't like he necessarily asked for it often, unless it was beer. But then again, putting on this act wasn't going to last forever so it really was only fair that he subconsciously slipped into habits he'd picked up later on in life.

But the fact was it made Dean raise a brow, he hadn't really ever heard something like that from his brother before so forgive the momentary surprise that crossed his face. "Really. Huh. Well I might be able to scrounge some up for ya how's that?." Standing up from the chair he'd been occupying near the bed Sam had taken a seat on, he went over to the table where a bucket of chicken, a box of pizza, bottle of Pepsi and of course a whiskey bottle or two; only one of which hadn't been drunk damn near dry. "And, lucky for you we happen to have sustenance so. Dig on in, I'll pour you a glass." Rummaging a little but to locate a glass or two that…wasn't broken, and swabbing it out a little to clean them both and set them onto the table a moment later. Twisting the cap off the one that was still filled, and poured some into each glass as his emerald hues watched his younger brother stand up himself, making his way to the table as well and taking a seat. Partly, it was to make sure that Sam was walking okay and didn't need any help—the urge to help was strong to ignore but he managed it, keeping his hands busy and relaxing once the younger Winchester safely made it to a chair. Sliding one glass across the table to his brother, Dean lifted his own, free hand tucking into his pocket and he quietly let Sam help himself to some food for a moment.

Whether it was this point in time or the future, Sam despised fast food for the most part. Could he tolerate it from time to time? Sure, yeah. Sometimes there was still a line he'd draw though. This, nevertheless, was one of those times where he dealt with it, because he was starving quite frankly and the food was there. Sam didn't say much at all for a few moments, too busy trying to satiate his stomach and adjust to…the weird ass trip this felt like. And all the while Dean kept a careful gaze on him, occasionally distracting his own attention by taking a sip or scratching the back of his head looking away, but ultimately his eyes fell back on Sam and he cleared his throat quietly, hand sliding back into his pocket. "While you're setting world records over there, what uh…what's the last thing you remember Sammy?" Frankly he'd almost asked once again if Sam was alright. But he rethought that, on account of the thought that he might actually get daggers chucked at him from Sam's eyes. At least, that's what Dean would be doing were the roles reversed.

For Sam though, he had to pause as he was midway through raising his glass to his lips. The immediate answer that floated in his mind was one that damn near made him since from just the thought of it. He had to cram it into the back of his mind, as he set the glass down clearing his throat after swallowing his food down. "Uh…I-I remember..seeing you and Bobby…" he started, slowly, drawing off of his own memory as best he could. "And then this…this pain, I felt this sharp pain, like white-hot. Then I saw you running at me and…that was it. Just, nothin."

He wasn't sure what hurt more, somewhat lying to his brother, or watching his features as he explained, knowing more and more with every second and every reaction what Dean was hiding. That damned Demon deal. He wanted to say something, desperately, especially as he kept listening to Dean filling in the blanks of what happened while he was out. But he knew he couldn't, for more than just one reason. So instead, trying to recall as best he could from how this day went, Sam simply played along at least for now. As weird as it all felt, he knew all too well, still, that Azazel was still out there. And they still needed to kill Old Yellow Eyes. That meant they needed to get to Bobby's, and so whatever he had to do to get them there, he'd do it. When Dean marched the way out to the Impala finally, the taller-yet-younger Winchester followed suit as he toddles behind his brother, sliding into the passenger seat gingerly so his back wouldn't sting too much, and tugged the door shut at the same time Dean did; at this point you'd swear they did it on purpose but really it was so subconscious it was like breathing, they just…did it. And maybe it was that fact alone that made Sam glance over at his brother with almost tired eyes, as the other started the car up and threw it into gear. Because this was something he hadn't felt in decades now. Or, well. No…what felt like decades. Somehow it hadn't been that long at all.

Dean must have caught him before he could realize how he was reminiscing, though, because the next thing he knew the other male's emerald gaze was level with Sam's own, brow ticked up with a question on his face. "Are you sure you're okay, man?" Dean gruffed out, carefully eyeing his younger brother almost like a mother hen. He couldn't help it, truthfully, because his worst fear was that something went wrong with bringing his brother back. It sure as hell wouldn't be the first time a catch came up and bit them in the ass.

"Yeah…uh." The moose of a man paused only to clear his throat, before adding on. "Yeah, I'm good. Just tired is all, trying to process all of this… wake me when we get to Bobby's, will ya?" Shifting in his seat, he got himself a little more comfortable leaning back against the black vinyl, letting his eyes fall shut as he laced his fingers together over his stomach. Head supported by the top edge of the seat's back, Sam tried to let the lull of the car's engine take his mind away from things. He doubted he'd get any real sleep, but right not the man didn't trust himself to handle this situation without spilling beans or getting into a fight all because this time around he had the script in hand so to speak.

Thankfully Dean seemed to shrug it off with a small nod, turning the radio up a little. "You got it Sammy." God how long had it been since he'd heard that? Not Sam, Sammy. It felt like forever and somehow, he actually missued it. Moments later though, he felt the familiar increase in spread by about 5 miles per hour, and mentally rolled his eyes at the habit that he'd no less gotten so used to, while Dean went on driving down the back roads like it it was medicine for his soul. Occasionally, Sam heard the humming or mumbled singing of songs that came on the radio, and for once he didn't feel the urge to tell his brother to change the station or shut up. For once, it was comforting, and before he knew it he did end up dozing off.

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